It's you behind glassy door in angelic white, it's the breath of your smile, the lovely footsteps, the calm looks on your face ,your silence that kills me thousand times, the steam of your coffee that burns the heart, the mysterious eyes , the black silk strings called your hair ..... i break a door after door just to tell you "j'adore" ....and just beside you all words slip away & stare at your beauty and pray.
