-The glory of love-
Every morning I wake I think of her, this morning especially! Mystic thoughts keep going away making my life agony. I live in reality, where she is not mine, even though I wished so. Dire is my love, and so I think of it, hoping it to go.
Why do we fall in love, and make our lives misery. When being so, I think of it only, ignoring the others around me. Even though I know, that she is just another, I think of her only. What will happen to me, I dare not think of, honestly.
Betrayed I have a few that I care of, and because of that I curse on it. Still love is something dear to me, and I thank it for thee.
How I wished you were mine, then would I change? Behind the wall, would you see the one meant for thee? If not so, then I wouldn’t change, and would not give my heart to thee.
Either way, you will not be mine, for you are only imaginary!
By Mitic Alexander
2007-10-17
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