"I remain to feel strongly about someone whose identity I know not,

Somehow, I know I have fallen in love with him,

That eventhough romantics never triumph over my heart of rock,

And that my logic overcomes with idealistic passion,

I remain to feel something inside which is pure and true,

That forces me to tremble for the fear I never knew,

Or maybe, just maybe, did not want to know,

That that someone, with equal passion as I,

That someone whose eyes I can read,

That someone who can easily read mine,

That someone who can see how beautiful the sky is,

The opportunity to meet him that one, perfect day,

The one chance, I obtain not."