in parentheses

I fell in for you, you and your dark eyes you and your always smile you and your young heart, but there are no words between you and I, there is a rushing of touch, the need to be near, the innocence of love before the world took root, but I ask me, what is this love, do I rush to you, in remembrance of youth who is no more my country yet remains burning in you, in resurrection of youth who is no more my country yet remains burning in you, in hope of youth who is no more my country yet remains burning in you, that I could live a forever in the silence in the hope in the innocence who is touch, but that all forevers must die, and I to return to my country and you to yours, in our worlds who always cross the same darkness abreast but at different speeds, and the darkness who speaks me, good bye dear