Happy New Year

In late December, the year-end
I dive deep into the thoughts.
Ode to awakening the day I write.
The last time I saw you,
you seemed happy, so much
more attractive, more
ever before.
Then I thought that if you could
to me, the man whose
hand to grab him.

What am I going to tell you a part of
the feelings of a lonely woman.
How much you respect,
I admire how the joy of life need.


Happy New Year, I will not say it is a good reason.
This morning I hope to weave the network,
that tomorrow strings to another
to be allowed to increase.