I've never found someone who looked at me
and saw pure beauty within,
who was mesmerized by my brown eyes.
Who desired my inner beauty and not my looks.
Kissed my curves and healed my scars.
Loved my impefections and admired my strength.
Maybe I've never been in love of fear of breaking into pieces,
of being half instead of whole. Just maybe of not being enough.
Enough for someone to fall in or out of love for me.
Who watched me fall, but pick me up before I broke into pieces.
I've never been in love with someone softer than a baby's touch,
rough like the rage of the sea and cleansing like the wind.
Never seen my world through his eyes.
Never will I see a man who admires my intelligence,
glapse my fears, wipes away my tears.
Comforts me in lonely nights and
makes my worries dissapear. Why?
Cause I've never found a fearless soul,
a courageous man who was capable of falling
in love with this one in a lifetime woman,
and I never will because I'll never fall
in love and be corresponded.