Solitude packed her bags the day that I met him
She moved to the building where broken hearts live
I don’t think I’ll miss her, I don’t miss being empty,
I don’t miss the darkness, I don’t miss the tears.
My heart was all beaten the day that I met him
My faith for “the magic” was almost all gone.
The frogs were just frogs, no prince in the making,
No dreams, no illusions, nothing to be done.
Clichés became true the day that I met him,
“When less I expect it” love came to my door,
I opened it faithless, denying the entry,
But he took me outside to stare at the sun.
The days became sleepless the week that I met him,
The fear of being in a dream maintained us awake.
We went through the days just smiling like crazy,
No bad things could come that we couldn’t take.
I never imagined the day that I met him
That in just a few days we were going to make love,
But no doubts were present, it became evidently,
That our souls met before hand, so it wasn’t all lust.
I regained my faith the day that I loved him,
We kissed through the whole night, we cuddle, we slept,
Our sweat became perfume, the noise became nothing,
The clock was our traitor and the next day our friend.
I still can’t believe the way that I met him,
Now I drown in his eyes just refusing to breathe
The laughter we share, how we keep connecting,
He calling me angel, me calling him prince.
Today is a month since the day that I met him,
I still fear the alarm of my wake up call,
But my heart is glowing, is no longer aching,
because the day that I met him, I also met love…
With you, to the moon!!!
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