It was late spring. br That day I woke br And felt my things br Stare hard at me br Expectantly. br br I plucked the strings br Of my guitar, br Vibrating so br Impatiently. br br I dressed and went. br My coat was white, br Carnations red - br The signs that cried: br Look, I'm here! br For him to see me br Instantly. br br I roamed the streets br All flushed with hope, br And then turned pale br To match my coat, br But still kept smiling br Desperately. br br Now spring is back. br So I go out. br I'm wearing black br To celebrate br One year of almost br Meeting you, br My stranger. br br Secretly, br I wait...