Poem -

To whom I fearfully wait

Impossible dream,

Unbreakable nightmare.

Prince I've never seen,

But in my imagination I visit.

That person

Confuses my thinking,

Which I call

My dearly loved torment.

Between the reason and the heart,

You have caused a war

because in my mind there is no solution.

Waiting for your arrival

makes my heart beat ,

but simultaneously

makes the reason agitated.

Without understanding,

my heart cheers its heat

In every throb

This is a call to love ......

Where are you love of her life?

Where are you star of her day?

Don't you know that it searches every corner?

Don’t you know that for your love the gist is gone?

Don’t you feel her love craves you?

that the depths of her soul await?

So great is my sadness

That the reason lives in a nightmare,

since his arrival,

It thinks otherwise….

Man of your dreams

come when god wants,

when the heart

surrenders in its waiting.

But if your arrival

Comes in expectedly,

the light of your love

will never be turned off.

True Love,

come in the time of love,

Come when the heart

Is ready to fall in love.

Tell me, what should I do?

Which of the two should I attend?

How is it that I dream it without seeing it?

How is it that it lives in my imagination

And fermenting my greatest illusion?

So much confusion distresses me

and a solution is what I want .

So insistently, that his name

So fearfully is whom I await.

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