She will not look like her,
although you think this cannot be,
maybe another perfume,
or a different smile ...

She will not walk like her,
or talk like her,
and you're praying so hard,
just as if you tried,
to stop the world going around,
why do you wonder,
and feel so sad,
always remember,
love is something between,
of going lost and being found ...

Copyright: Achim Tober