Amor de Tele

I love the stitching from your skirt
I love the structure of your back
I love what you see and what you touch
I love what isn't and you provoke it
I love your coldness before life
I love your truth although it's a lie
I love so much more than your beauty
I love you when you leave or if you return
I love the scar on your knee
And that gray mole on your chin
If it wasn't because you're stuck inside
From a television from six to seven
I'll tell you what I feel from inside
Every time a wimp kissed you
I'm in love with diva from the TV
How idiotic love is and how it hurts
Yesterday I saw you in a hurry and it was live
I discovered your smile was archived 
I went after you to touch you
And what I got to make you angry
I discovered that the gray mole was fictitious
As you kicked down the door of my nose
I'd have to settle from six to seven
With dreams of me being that wimp
I fell in love with a the role of novel
I know you don't exist and I feel sorry