February 14,
6:45 p.m.
I walk through the town plaza,
and love is in the air.
Red, heart shaped balloons.
Rose petals everywhere.
Couples sipping coffee,
sharing a sweet embrace.
But hidden between the couples
sits a girl alone.
Her eyes immersed in a poetry book.
Her lipstick imprinted on a cup.
She looked up and saw me.
I smiled and I waved.
She seemed to be shy;
the book hid her face.
I walked to her table,
and said "Hi! May I sit?".
She said yes with her head
for her lips remained sealed.
I asked for her name.
A shy voice replied "Sara.".
"I believe you're a thief.
You're a thief, my dear Sara.".
Her expression just changed.
Her green eyes now wide open.
"What are you talking about?
I didn't steal nothing.".
"Oh, you did, sweetest Sara,
but maybe you just don't know.
You stole my heart, dear Sara.
To you it now does belong.".
She blushed, and sipped her coffee.
She showed me a little smile.
Looked up at me with her green eyes
as I reached out for her hand.
And so this ends the story
about two people finding love,
about two halves finding each other
to never again walk alone.

Ohh, what life is?
What other than a simple fantasy.
A fleeting dream from which we will, sooner or later, wake up,
and, when we do, all that is left is the dream.
Whether it was a wonder or a nightmare,
that is up to us.

It's been a long time since we went our separate ways.
A thousand nights I've gone to bed without being able to shake you off my thoughts.
My sleep is invaded with dreams of you... of us.
I can't seem to forget how to love you.

Of course I've moved on (or so I like to believe),
but every time I see your face through a photograph a feeling that something's lost runs through my whole body.
In my mind I think I'm fine.
In my heart I know I'm incomplete.
I'm missing something, and I believe you might know what.

We swore we'd speak to each other regularly.
We swore we'd always be friends.
Yet here I am, writing this letter, lonely as I am, hoping that you'd read this someday.

I know we've grown apart, but I really wish to go back.
I wish I had never left, so I could now be still by your side.
My heart knew my brain was wrong.
I shouldn't have gone, but I can't change what's already done.

All I can say now is that I miss you.
That I wish you would read this, and talk to me once more.
To hear your melodious voice would heal all my wounds still open.
A look from your eyes would purify my sinful spirit.
And a beat of your heart would take me to heaven to rest forever in love.

I called. No answer.
Tried to give love a new chance.
It did not go well.