Martini with thoughts

[maniac___]

Looking for you.

I was looking for you
Through the long years,
Through the dark nights,
Through the damp alleys;
In magazines and old films,
And among friends.

The day I found you,
I lost my mind.

You are just like in my dreams:
The girl without a name,
Without a face.
I know you, know you so well,
But you disappear
When it's time to wake up.
I have your number,
But I cannot recall it
When I awake.
You are just like in my albums,
Where I drew you with watercolor.

Then there were phonecalls
Night calls, mainly.
Tears, nerves, love in the kitchen,
Towels and coffee cups,
And dates in Poland.
Children, but not mine,
Old acquaintances
And worthy adversaries.
Taking a smoke every five,
We're both tired.

You're just like in my albums
Where I drew you.
Through the long years,
Through the dark nights.
Dark nights.

[Shamino]

I never read songs or poetry, really. But this caught me with the first line. THIS is freestyle. THIS is beautiful.

This is love.

[maniac___]

You understood me. Thank you.