Walking the road

Walking the road,
With my dog and people went,
And came and never I memorized,
Their so-called faces.

But the memory I have on,
That shiny day with the blossoms,
That were laying on the ground,
Is still in my mind.

She walked there as if,
I could take her hand and say to her,
That I would never leave her and
Be forever and always with her.

But she passed and I waited a,
Long and long time after that.
I realized I couldn’t wait and in that,
Very moment she walked by,

I gave her a warm smile,
And she laughed while walking.
I was happy that I could laugh to her,
And that I could see her face.

But I didn’t have the guts,
The guts to talk to her about these,
Heartbreaking feelings.
And so I ended up again with,

Walking the road and memorizing,
Her beautiful and warm smile.
I learned these were times I needed to,
Treasure very deep in my heart.

And now I live together with,
The person that was walking the road,
Who gave me her smile and
Laughed while I was wondering and,

walking the road.