I once read that I was wrong
.Somebody actually spend his own time reading my stuff
And for the first time in my life I accept it.
I was wrong.

I go to sleep each night by wishing that tomorrow will be
different.
But it won't.
My life somehow become predictable
How can it be?
Are we so much alike?
We're not.

How can it be that for the first time I'm not fighting?
Do you make me surrender?
You don't.
Than what is it?
Is this the meaning of love?

For the first time I know I'm wrong
I don't know everything, and I never will.
But there is one thing I know for sure...
You know how to write
And making me wish there was more.

Our life is too short spending it with sadness
If I could see you one more time
I know I'll die blessed
Though I can't make tomorrow different,
I'll still pray each night that you'll keep believing
That love does exists
And that ,my love, is why it all worth living.  

I dreamed of you... it was a sweet dream
But this is all it was-a sweet dream.
My eyes has stopped crying yesterday
Believing that tomorrow will be different
That you have read this poem
By knowing who stands behind it.