** in Naive thoughts

Sometimes I am naive. I want to be naive. I hope to be able to act as a sincerely naive. And than I find myself guilty only of remembering still how to be extremely happy and sensible for beautiful, good and sincere things. I am not naive. However I still can’t not to smile when I see your honestly happy eyes looking at me. Why are you happy? Because you can steal me 5 minutes of a small talk and then disappear for a whole day. Because you haven’t seen me for almost 2 weeks and you’re happy I am here again. Words can lie, eyes can’t. I am sensible to an honest love. No sacrifices, no calculations, just pure love with no reason.