I look across, at the lady, who has just rushed to come see me,
Whose eyes look tired and desperate, who is her usual silent self,
Who does not always show her affection in gestures or words,
The one who made me say ‘yes’ when I wanted to say ‘no’,
Who forced me to fight for what she, quiet rightly believed was my reason for living,
Who let me set off alone, because her love for me was greater than her love for herself,
Who made me go in search of my dream,
And, suddenly, seeing that small quiet lady,
Whose eyes said more than many words put together,
Who was often terrified inside, but always courageous in her actions,
Who could love someone without humbling herself
And, who would never apologise for fighting for her man,
Thinking of her, suddenly, my fingers press down on the keys,
The first sentence emerges, then the second...
Just by thinking about her,
Now I know, I can go about like this,
With her, till more than eternity, and forever!
