I crave your eyes, your laughter, your touch br I crave the smile of your eyes br the warmth of your breath br the scent of your eyelids br and the kindness of your touch. br br I crave the opening of your lips br the agreement between your smile and your tears br I crave, I crave the voice in your laughter br the melodies of your finger tips br and the dialect of your eyes. br br I crave your eyes, your laughter, and your touch br without it, I am the sound of an empty journey br without it, i am the missing petals of spring gardens, br without it, i am the tears of winter clouds, br without it, i am a woman without her skin.