Somedays it is blind...

There are the days,

There were the moments,

When I have wondered where's she's,

The perfect girl like I wanted...

She should have a shorter height,

With blonde hair falling on her shoulders,

A smile which brings the thousand suns to shyness,

And her eyes could bring the world at stand still...

Is it a dream or maybe a desire?

Will it ever be fulfilled?

I do not want to lose her then,

If I would have found her...

Yet, I am halfway to the coffin,

There she is looming in the shadows,

And, the time goes too slow to go by,

Maybe that is what it is, how it is to be...

When the times are rough,

I look for some shoulder to lean on,

I look for some hand to hold on,

I look for a reassuring smile to move on...

Blindly walking on a road,

A path taken by His will,

Maybe all this will lead to a crossroad,

Where every piece of this jumbled puzzle,

Falls in their places like it always been...