fallen-in-love

To love is to think.And I almost forget to feel only from thinking about her.I don__ know what I want at all, even from her, and I don__ think about anything but her.I have a great animated distraction.When I want to meet her,I almost feel like not meeting her,So I don__ have to leave her afterwards.And I prefer thinking about her, because it__ like I__ afraid of her.I don__ know what I want at all, and I don__ want to know what I want. All I want to do is think about her.I__ asking nothing of nobody, not even her, except to think.

Now I sense the perfume of flowers like seeing a new thing.I know they smell just as well as I know I existed.They__e things known from the outside.But now I know with my breathing from the back of my head.

I don__ know how to talk because I__ feeling.I__ listening to my voice as if it were someone else__,And my voice is speaking about her as if she were speaking.She has hair as blond as yellow wheat in the sun,And when she speaks her mouth says things that aren__ words.She laughs, and her teeth are as clean as stones in a river.