We were little, we were seven.
I am in love, you will be mine.
I proposed on the knee,
Parents laughter guaranteed.
Suddenly what's in the future
Flashing, right before my eyes:
Never ever you be mine.
Dark pretended being light,
Tesla said, and he was right.
Next I see you, years ahead...
You are dead.
Sitting gently in my bed.
Looking foggy,
What is that?
You inviting me to dance...
Ever splitting? Not a chance!
*true story.