Brussels Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

I could search the world,
behind different kind of tree's,
through the smells of the city,
and passages of the earth.
But never in my lifetime,
did they let my eyes see,
you, the man for me,
infront of me.
You can find me on the hillside,
you can find me in the tree's
you can look at me through the bushes,
but it doesn't matter what I see,
or who is calling me,
I aint ever gonna find, someone better for me.
He moves as if he's fire,
dancing inside of me,
like a shaking tree of a leaf,
the Brussels be me.