A lonely woman near a window, looks after the sun under the shadow. Her whisper becomes a cloud. A cloud painted into the sky, created by the hand of God, designed by my mind. A beautiful woman is a wind, which touches deeply my eyes.
I know I am not in love with you. But I also know That you are everything I have ever looked for In another person, And everything I hope to find Again some day. Just not you. It really is a strange thing.