Beautiful Brunette Poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea

I was fascinated by her:
It was a beautiful brunette.
With her night hair,
she caught my mind in her net.

I was dreaming when she touched my hair,
she smiled when I said hello staying in my chair.
I asked her not to go away
I wanted all to be O.K..

When I saw her light face,
she showed me her grace.
I was her prince in my dream,
I thought we were a good team.

I wanna see her face again,
but now, it’s only the rain.
Maybe tomorrow, it will be the sun
with all my love for her and all will be done.