I was fascinated by her:
It was a beautiful brunette.
With her night hair,
she caught my mind in her net.
I was dreaming when she touched my hair,
she smiled when I said hello staying in my chair.
I asked her not to go away
I wanted all to be O.K..
When I saw her light face,
she showed me her grace.
I was her prince in my dream,
I thought we were a good team.
I wanna see her face again,
but now, it’s only the rain.
Maybe tomorrow, it will be the sun
with all my love for her and all will be done.
Valentin Gabriel Cristea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-brunette/
