Morning Melody

Her Song

It was morning when I have found

A lady in a crimson gown,

Still wrapped by the coolness of dawn,

When she came to visit our town.

My vision was not yet so clear,

I only saw a part of her,

I was so certain, however,

Her voice was the one I did hear.

As she sang my favorite song,

She seemed to know me for so long,

I waited for her till the noon,

Just to find out that I was wrong.

When my vision became clearer,

Another silhouette appeared,

The music that I love to hear,

Wasn’t for me, but for her lover.