She was written about
If I find her , what must be , was written about .
The book was in my hands , until reading was finished .
Then it dissapeared . Forever .
That was thousand years ago .
I,ve been walking to her since .
Like there is no end . . .
Knowing only I wish to reach her .
Lake ... Frozen ... Surface ...
In the middle ice crystal .
She is in it .
Slowly I shall aproach . Shivering . After so much time .
Shall gather the wisdom of years gone .
By the streinght of love many fires I shall light .
In circle they'll dance around the crystal .
Melt it down . Truth of the book will come true .
I shall see her .
Her name is happiness .
Shall hold it tight .
Wont let go . Never .
Existing for tht moment .
