Who are you? my happiness is not yours, yet my beam you own
My words stop being mine while you read them and smile
Ah, an illusion, at the river, what I dream for,
What I want to, what my heart dies for.
For somebody I want to fall, to love and be loved
Like if he new that I need me and find me I'm unable to
Understood by my doubts, loved by my causes
Feel our looks woven together, wishing becoming hugs,
Begging to be touched, with just one thought.
I want songs, I want verses, endless romance, please god,
The beating of my heart, unique of all.
But why can't I, why can't I see, why if I deserve love,
Why not come to me?
Don't cry my heart, despair shall not feel,
We come the wrong road, but not the wrong means,
Understand my heart, understand please,
My letters are worth, for the ones who can fly,
For those who walk roads and in dreams live on.
Be strong my heart, be brave for me,
Longing and remembrance are proof for sure,
Our past as life lessons are worth for.
Remember my heart, remember this,
For us to see something, we must first believe,
Quiet my heart, quiet please be,
That person we dream for,
It is soon to appear.
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