Mo Thihitak (Not your smile)
I do not perceive your smile, neither do I recognize your warmth, your tenderness and your passion. Your hands are so cool and emotionless. Smile at me sweetheart, what are you afraid from as long as I am by your side? I am not used to seeing you so sad and gloomy. Before, I only had to play with your hair to make you flush with passion and desire.
