The only one

A question of luck is it said to be
To find the true love in this pilgrimage.
Others say “destiny”
Should it care?
No gentlemen, the wind blows softly
And you have to feel it
So deep that it takes off your skin
And leaves the door open to love
And million kisses
In the dark.
I hunger for meeting him today.
Just in case, I won’t see him again.
My lover looks at me
As if we were performing "Romeo and Juliet”
There is no one else that can understand better
than yourself
Just by glancing
he knows I’m in hell