What are these parameters?-
Questions from the bottom of my heart
And they are calling you
To come my love... to come and to
estamblish

Oh, but you can't measure them-
It's to risky for you
Don't grab to take a look inside until
You learn
how to mete out

Struggling hard to find the key?-
You won't find it with that guilty smile on your face
'Cause, it is lost my love,
Somewhere... locked in old and rotten drawers

Still wanna masure them... why so?
You can't find answers in my open soul
Just...memories
If you want the key
Do not search into my memory

But in my heart.
To find the key to measure my intensity of love
Go straight ahead into my soul and then turn back! You can't see it!
But so you'll see
The hiden key

~a poem about my restraints on false love