enchanting

Counting the days until I see you again
How can I make it through 710
Times of waking up without you
And our favorite color, turquoise blue

I still see your eyes looking my direction
And everything about you is simply pure perfection
I sigh as you run your hand through your dark hair
That you have a girlfriend is just so not fair

Oh fate, please take me to Milano
Fino a quando non parliamo
I'm grateful to know you, if even I can't see you
Because, Marco, it was enchanting to meet you