I guess it was just disdain,
Loud and clear, strong, true and plain,
That we felt for each other
The first time when I met her:
I was tough and harsh-speaking,
She was cold, kind of haughty.
My friends said she was pretty,
And I sneered : « Oh, really?! »
Since her world was also mine,
We would meet from time to time;
We had some friends in common,
So, the same conversations.
Within months, we grew closer,
I started to fell for her;
And sometimes, she smiled to me,
and I hoped: « Could it be? »
A few times, alone we met,
Had a drink and talked so late;
And though it was dark at night,
When she laughed, the world turned bright.
Yet, when you’re atop Everest,
Going down is all path left;
She drifted apart slowly
And I cry: « Where is she? »