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There she is, dressed all in black.
When she smiles, she tries to cover it with hand.
Her eyes are like mirror, I can see myself as what I wanted to be.
As a man, who wanted to make everything right, for you and me.

Her heart, still broken, missing something to fill that empty hole.
Still waiting her knight, in shiny armor, that could make her whole.
Love devoured by hope, yet willing to try once more.
The day is coming, that you have been waiting for.

I know her by name, that still makes me remember that day.
When she told me, how cruel life has been, and how she is afraid.
Right at that moment, I wanted to protect her, save her, love her.
But I never had a chance to say it, so everything I could, was to pray.

That maybe one day, I can come to you.
And all those dreams, will become true.
My love, for me there is no one like you.
Your beautiful face, and heart so pure.

I knew she couldn't wait me forever.
And I can't blame her for that.
After all, I come from another land.
But maybe one day, I can hold her hand and say,

For you, my love, I give everything I am today.


C. Joni "Nonno" K