Who Who the hell are you; where are you from? Will you lighten my life, or darken my sun? Can you feel my soul, when I lie next to you? Can you hear my words unspoken but true? Will you share with me, freely, the essence of you; or am I one of the many, just passing through? When When I say I love you I am giving my love Not asking for yours When I say I want you It is a desire from within me Not a demand that you want me When I say I need you It is a longing to be with you Not an expectation that you will be there When I say that I can't live without you It is a craving to have you near You know that I CAN... Donna Chairat Copyright 2003