She gives me puzzle pieces,
To the puzzle of her heart,
I wait patiently because she fascinates me,
A slowly unravelling mystery,
And every time I get a bit closer,
To finishing this brilliant fresco,
A landscape with green fields,
With red and orange mixed up at the horizon,
Where you can see the sun awake,
After a long night of sleep,
With fields that are filled with blossoming trees,
Small creeks, with shimmering water, crystal like,
It’s not hard for other people to see,
That that’s place where I would like to be,
So I continue being puzzled,
By the stories that are told,
Finally, when all the pieces have fallen into place,
In the middle of the landscape you will see her,
Holding on to someone as tight as can be,
Sitting under a great oak tree,
She is holding.. (fast heartbeat..)
She is holding.. (faster heartbeat..)
She is holding.. (racing heartbeat..)
me?