There will be a certain poetry to your ways,
a charm and grace above your days,
a wit quite sublime,
a sense of humor that lets me know you are truly mine.
I may not have your beauty, but maybe a touch of the divine,
I have wisdom, and I have my eyes,
That ever see, and tell me what will be,
And what more will I need,
When you will be mine.
We will meet, like lovers destined to meet,
and forever else, from that point onwards,
our lives shall be like one, like a vine and a tree,
growing together, one on the other,
till we become one, or one kills the other.
We will quarrel like only lovers can,
We will make love,
Like the Spanish dance,
We will play games to which only we know the rules,
Following a prize which we may choose,
We will know each other like only lovers can,
We will love each other like only two hearts can,
But first, lets meet, when our destinies intwine,
when your face will meet mine,
When the tree meets the vine…