when i looked at you, i saw a whole story so i tried to read you, but **all i read was the cover.** you felt like page full of beautiful words in an unknown language, that made me see it like a lover. when i glanced at you, i fell in love with your body it was with mine in loneliness, sweet dreams we embodied. never speaking, only using the terms of the heart never talking, just listening to the breath next to mine. but when i had to wake up, i couldn't escape from the feeling of us hugging each other, of me feeling so loved i didnt want to wake up, our dream was over and i realised_ i had already lost my lover._ and during days now, all i think about is our history; the one i narrated without the rules of grammar but the one i narrated with the rules of loving, so i couldn't read those lines, **i had to enjoy just the cover.**