Maria

Too drunk, too beautiful, too in love,
You can lose yourself in her eyes.
When she walk is like a slow dance

Living in her own paradise.

Trying to get closer, she moves away

Laughing to my face when I ask her name

She reply quickly,she is not a doll, 

And she doesn't need me to catcher if she falls. 

So in love she dance all night, with nobody by her side, 

There's something in her eyes, flames and pain

And when she smiles she radiates everything around her

I never seen anyone like her before.

Katherina Andreescu