The Curls of Enigma

I guess it's still that déjà vu, "I have met you somewhere" I feel,
With my dreams so ambitious, and the fears that I hide,
I will conceal all the mystery those beautiful curls reveal
Life is not a game of hearts and to that I abide.

I wish you could read faces that would have made my heart so light,
Future is certain but not everlasting as they say,
So I keep wishing for a dream of yours, at least for tonight
But wish and dreams just turn to dust as the night awaits the day.

Now that this is what I can do my best,
Wait for a summer and just put time to test.
I'll hope to see and love those twirls
One day I will reaveal the enigma of those curls.