PERHAPS ITS THE CRINKLE OF YOUR NOSE WHEN YOU SMILE PERHAPS ITS THE DOENESS OF YOUR EYES WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING NEW PERHAPS ITS THE LANGUAGE YOU SPEAK PERHAPS ITS THE FIDDLING IF YOUR PEN WHEN YOU THINK PERHAPS ITS THE ROLLING OF YOUR EYES WHEN JOHN TELLS YOU HE WANTS TO MARRY YOU PERHAPS ITS THE SCAR ON YOUR NECK OR THE COLOUR OF YOUR SKIN OR THE WAY YOU WALK OR YOUR PENMANSHIP OR YOUR FAMILY PERHAPS ITS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THAT MADE ME DIE
{he wanted to tell about how perfect you are but ended up penning about how you killed him.}
