Whatever you did before you met me,
should remain your little secret.
Please keep it to yourself...
I don't want to hear you confess.
I'd feel so much better,
if you didn't ask so many questions.
I have nothing to hide,
but I'm not competing for a prize
I wish there was a way
to vanish without a trace.
No awkward good-byes,
and promises we shouldn’t make…
Are you just as uncomfortable?
Why do we persist?
Love will come
when it will…
Carmen Colombo
March 1999