A woman, who has not become your fate,
You will recall her, asking why she\'s happened,
She\'s happened to you and felt like a soulmate,
When she has gone you\'re not yourself and saddened.
An inaluctable meeting\'s changed your world,
An impetuous confession out of the blue... All of a sudden a life became so blurred, Perhaps your view of it is a misconstrue. You\'ve come a long way, simply chatting
It wasn\'t an immediate retrovaille.
At first she was the only one combatting Not welcomed feeling , singing like a nightingale.
You sometimes listened, sometimes didn\'t open a message
For many days, you didn\'t need those songs .
Another woman, one of the countless many,
Who you\'ve been chased by,but you didn\'t long.. .
You didn\'t notice the time you started waiting
For getting something from her,
And no matter what-
A song, a link, a serious question ,
Or in a sarcastic style her anecdote.
For only she, her green and sparkling eyes Rejuvenate the best thing that you have,
A poetic side, that\'s hidden and disguised, You now want to let her in, as she deserves.
You now have battles too-to dive or stay on a shore,
You want to sing again, to reply to countless songs.
The dream will not come true, yet it can\'t be ignored,
You can\'t abandon it, although this feeling\'s wrong.
She thought all songs were in vain,
But notes became your chains...
Her voice now feels like home,
You search for her in crowds,
You both share one keystone,
Your faith tells you to bow
To stop inquiring \" why\",
To tear those fetters ,
To merely survive Cry out your souls in letters.