The days knock at the door,

Each bids its ''wake up'' shaking me from my bed,

Each puffs hot and cold,

Each make me breathe sweet or bitter moments.

The four seasons and their ,

All share every year my monotonous miserable life.

Until You came,

Like the shiny sun in the winter cold,

Like a glossy star in the black sad sky of the fall,

Like a flower spreading the perfume of happiness in a lonely spring,

Like a salty soft breeze shaking my hair thrown by the waves in a the summer hot.

But how couldn't I see the light that was already shed by another person ?

Blame it on me if you want, nevertheless it is way too stronger than me ...

Help me to be a better person like you ...