This heart keep a secret,
secret that only this heart can keep,
I dream an illusion, illusion
that I cannot seek,
I have taught my soul to not
fickle, fickle it always is,
Not to know how to tame, it
wanders far, I see it go!
Heart, my mind thinks of you,
Reality or an illusion to how would
I ever know?
If illusion, to reality I want
to turn it and see,
Trust, faith and love, I have
blindly put in this dream!
The more I think, the more I get
weak, Where this way will lead?
Will this illusion end someday?
Who are you? To whom, I willingly
permit to inflict this pain,
Withered I feel, days you do
not speak; I live again, something when you say!
Must I make my mind, soul and
heart, not to think of you again?
Must I tell my heart, illusion
you always will be,
Time is right to teach myself,
Perfect love and waiting for,
is not worth for me!
While I am not sure of the last line, I love the poem! You're a darling!
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