Love me, she whispered as the song of the wind.
Love me, she asked, love me, she breath.
As light as a feather she danced for her own,
She set just right in my hart,
Like a queen on her crown.

With a smile of a baby, that stealing you,
She looks at the horizon and not for the view.
And when you love her back, she's running away,
Trying to find another man to play.

She was never loved. Only rejected and hurt.
Never happy with what she had got.
And I remember her dreaming, in a sunny day-on the porch,
When I asked what about,
She just laughed and I thought...
She is lost...