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Who?
There's a guy waiting at the door
 Staring at his phone
 He's looking down at it
 He looks familiar and not at the same time
 
 Who is this guy? Who is he waiting for?
 Black hat and blond hair
 Black suit and black shoes
 Who is he?
 
 Slowly lifting his head
 He looks up, at me
 At first I don't notice
 Then he walks over, I watch thinking he is going to someone else
 But then I realize he is walking right toward me.
 
 Looking around, seeing people chatting and talking
 No one seems to notice
 Then finally he is a foot away
 Then just then I recognize him
 I know who he is
 
 He comes closer now
 I whisper his name
 He nods, I am about to ask questions 
 But he puts a finger to my lips
 
 Taking my hand he leads me away
 He brings me outside to the balcony
 I look around he's nowhere to be found
 Thinking it must have been a dream
 
 I look out on to the water and then turn to go back
 As I start to walk he catches my hand
 I look up and see him
 We both smile'
 
 He pulls out a dark red rose
 And pins it in my hair
 The music starts to play again
 And he asks for a dance
 
 I look into his eyes, searching
 He looks away; I look down at my feet
 I am ready to let go of his hand
 When he takes the other
 And we start to dance
 All of it feeling like a dream
 
 Sometime later we stop and walk
 Both ready with questions to ask
 But neither one wanting to start
 Enjoying the midnight moon and the stars in the sky
 
 He stops, and looks out across the water
 He puts his hands on the rail of the bridge
 Standing in the middle thinking'
 Looking at the water as well
 
 He turns around and leans against the rail
 I look at him, our eyes lock
 A tear falls down my face
 I turn around and lean on the rail behind me
 
 I hear his steps, I close my eyes
 Then I hear him no more
 My mind is spinning, what happened? Where did he go?
 Did he leave?
 
 My eyes now filled with tears
 I turn around to tell him, 'Not again'
 But when I turn to tell him he's not there
 Then I feel a hand on my shoulder
 
 I turn, I start to speak
 I try to tell him
 He takes my hand and pulls me closer
 I look at my feet, tears in my eyes
 
 I feel him staring at me, I look up
 His eyes looking at me with deep concern
 Searching'.
 He takes his hand brushes my tears away
 
 Our eyes lock
 Hand in hand
 Finally our lips meet
 A tear runs down my cheek again
 
 After I look down
 I try to pull my hands away
 But he doesn't let go, he holds them tight
 I look up with fresh tears running down my face
 I start to speak but he puts a finger to my lips
 
 Then looking into my eyes
 He whispers'
   'I love you, I won't leave you'
 Once again we rejoin with a kiss
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