I am sitting in my window,
is it dawn or dusk? I don’t know,
absorbing scents of my garden, just to know You.
Birds are flying and chirping, roses dispersing their scents, colorful flowers make the scenery picturesque but still I do not know You.
Once Wit says that he knows what he has words for, but how is it possible;
because I know You but still . . . I do no know You.
I know the word Y-O-U, and I know that its You.
You and I just these two words I know. But why I can not understand You, I do not know.
because I do not know You. . . now I feel I am You. . .