I’ve always thought that you were
sculpted by fire
and carved by passion.
There was something about you
that was bursting of heat
and conquering attention
of every loving, romantic heart.
And I thought I was smart enough
to know your soul, to dive into your depths.
We always see the world through our own eyes,
and I am, perhaps, too innocent
and too naive for this period in time.
You froze my heart.
With just one word you sent me apart to infinity,
to eternity without you.
You, that I believed could be everything I ever hoped for in a man.
It is a shame,
for I believe there is a sensible, artistic and soft nature
behind this proud look
that you successfully hide.
Or it is just me, the fantasizing heart
that just wanted to live the dream
while loving someone who loves her back…