Life is a circle

I can sometimes refer to

perhaps we will meet again

return to where I met you?

You say we never really met

I say, I never left at all,

I"m the one you dreamed to life

when you cried alone in a crowded hall

The snow is deep where I am

sun is kissing a distant tree,

I walk a lonely path to your heart

does the darkness reveal me?

We are different chapters

being written in a book of Love

no one knows the ending

as we kiss the rain falling above

I write alone but I dream of you

my dreams are poetry in a book,

I"m the one you dreamed to life

your're worth more than a second look