The Lovers - René Magritte, 192 8
You, You.
Laugh often. Still does not seem happy.
You're smart. It is clear from the fact that you never know what to say.
perfectly aware of your beauty, I often wonder when it ceases to hide behind her.
I'm here, I do not move, step up if you dare.
Sometimes you cry but you do not mind really.
And I see, I keep looking at the same time do not capture.
I know but I do not know who you are.
Never alone, never with friends.
I would hate to lose you, do not go away. But we know that I would not come looking for you.
I fear the place where I could find.
I reflected as I contemplate the team, then look away.
The mirror collapses, an image falls apart. My. I
. Me
