The world is a very small place
And I am sure that our paths will cross again
Somewhere in time.
Maybe a year from now
Or maybe when we both are old
Our hair grey
Surrounded by the cackling laughter of our grandchildren.
Till then I will wait for you,
The flame of this hope alive in my heart.
I will wait and look for you
In the fading pink sunsets,
In shimmery summer evenings,
In the breezy October afternoons
And in the blazing city lights.
I will look for you in the luster of rainbows,
In the veins of leaves,
In the faces of strangers in crowds
And every character that I fall in love with
Hoping that something somewhere will take me straight to you.