A man called Nicola

I met a guy,

Called Nicola.

He is Italian. 

He made me happy,

By being Italian. 

And kissing my hand.

He does not know this,

Though. 

I met a guy,

I felt something between us so strong.

I just,

Felt that he would be mine.

But he is not,

And he knows this,

Though.

I met a guy,

Called Nicola,

He pulled me through one of my toughest times.

I had ever had in life.

He made me oh so happy again,

He made me smile.

He is special.

To me.

But he does not know this,

Though. 

I met a guy 

Called Nicola

For the first time.

And maybe it was the last time I ever met him.

He got me so happy,

I almost let a tear of joy.

I almost thought he would be mine.

I almost thought he would get back to me.

I almost thought,

He would love me too.

I almost thought,

I found a new life.

I almost,

Fell in love

Almost.

And he knows this, 

Though.