I walked with her,

Down a lonely street.

Filled with people,

Hoping for life’s treats.


She spoke about love,

Lost and the one she wanted,

After twenty nine years,

Her illusion of love still haunted.


She wanted to share,

Herself with her only one,

Romances in the past,

Only damage they had done.


I saw the strength in her,

As she spoke about hope.

Hard it was to be naive,

Enough troubles she has had to cope.


Unknowingly she inspired me,

Giving me courage to ask for more.

I deserved all that i wished for,

A timid girl, gave me keys to a new door.