SHE doesn't consider herself beautiful, but she know that everyone can fall in love with her; SHE doesn't know psychology but can read lips; SHE always tells the truth that seems more silly then falseness; SHE is able to love but she hates herself for that; SHE is always eyeball-to-eyeball but nobody understands her; SHE trusts people but often feels sorry about that; SHE likes to talk with prefering to keep silence; SHE likes to laugh and have fun but she cries very often; SHE doesn't believe in miracles but wishes on holidays; SHE knows that even angels make a mistake but SHE will never forgive herself. Every day I see HER in my mirror

In the deep recesses of my mind I see you. A stranger still in the abyss, Hoping one day that we will meet. The one who takes my thoughts, And fills them with life. Who takes my sorrow and makes it right. An image, perhaps a fantasy, A love from another life, I see you so clearly You must be so I refuse to settle, I can't let you go. One day we will meet And my mind will be at peace