There Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

There she was, under the starlight, moonlit night.
Those eyes, shining like the moon.
Those eyes, sparkling like the stars.
Her hair, which seemed to match her beautiful eyes perfectly

But still nothing is perfect.
But still maybe she could be.
Is the figure in front of me just a dream?
Or am I just blinded be her?

By a beauty that shouldn’t be there.
Or maybe a beauty that isn’t there.
Maybe it’s just me imagining everything.
Or maybe actually this time I can see.

I collect my thoughts and try to look at her again.
But now she’s gone. Gone to somebody else,
Somebody that don’t necessarily love her as I do,
But then again, love is hard to understand.

And I think to myself.
Next time I’ll take the opportunity.
Next time I’ll actually try.
Next time I’ll get her.
Next time it’s my turn to love,
And be loved in return.

But until then I’ll just crawl back under the rock.
The rock that I call home, or not the rock, but the space beneath it
Anyway, maybe there, I can think and apprehend why.
Why she wouldn’t stay with me.

Maybe it’s my fault
Maybe it’s nobody’s fault
I don’t know.

There she was…