One day
I see how he looks at me, Different everytime we are together, Every look telling a story, A different story, Always accompanied by a smile, Clearly exposing his dimples. The way he holds me, It is a feeling I cannot put in words, So gentle and with care, Communicating to me with unspoken words, Only the two of us understand, Always awakening something new in me. He makes me feel like no other person ever did, Like I'm the only thing that matters, Even at his weakest point, He gives me his strength, Whenever he is around, A sense of peace overwhelms me, With him I feel at home, I look at him and I see my future, Standing right in front of me, If this is not love, I don't know what it is. But he is a foreigner in my country, My friends and family do not approve, They are completely clueless of how I feel, Constantly reminding me that loneliness awaits, Relentlessly hurting me with words of disapproval. But I refuse to give up