L'effet papillon :: The girl in the swimming pool

I met a girl, in a swimming pool, an August Day
i thought she was special to me, the first time i saw her bleu eyes
she seems so sad, she seems running from something…or someone
i think to my self, that I get to know her, that I must help her out
her smile tell me she needs no help, but her eyes tell me the opposite
it was complicated, but I asked her room’s number,
deep in my heart, something tell me that I must know about her
I haven’t too much time, but I do my best this night, and I came twice to her room…
but no one was there…no one , but my despair…
in the way to my room, I thought I saw her, with another guy
and I think to my self, that may be I was wrong, that may be it’s me, that needs help

It’s the early morning, and this is my last day here in the hotel
I thought she was certainly sleeping, when I get to the reception hall
but she was here, with her lovely smile, she came to me and thank me for being so nice
I said It’s the truth, that I think she is very special and such a nice person…
but I couldn’t say more then that
I couldn’t say what I was about to saying last night…
that I got a crush on her, that she got a magic light deep in her eyes,
I haven’t the time to tell her how much I hoped she was in the room,
who much I would she was with me, not with another,
I couldn’t tell her, how much I was sad to leave without all that.
I leaved , with a goodbye, and a piece of paper with her writing
I leaved a thousand mile from her, thinking to my self, that I must be crazy
to still thinking about this...
that I talked to her only 2 or 3 times,
that she may be all right without me in her life.

I can’t stop thinking, and asking my self ...
did she feels the same ?, did she miss me as I I’m missing her ?
was I special to her?