Trances and Reality
Hey!
My
Daily
Love-trances!
You are vain, absurd,
Pointless like gigantic bubbles!
Unworthy to reach my love’s castled, restricted mind.
Counting his forehead’s plaits, I pass my virgin life recklessly, day-dreaming worthlessly;
Glaring at his eyes, I find the dreams reigning there with great authenticity, ignoring me, my love or even my poor fervidity.
Dusk to dawn, dawn to dusk, his love encompasses me, like a haunted house and ghostly I feel I see! As the time passes, I don’t know when I started counting even his sighs, forgetting my love-dreams and all of its hues.
But Ha! His whimsical mind is inaccessible, radically changeable, it’s rather easier to count his holly eye lashes, where there is no hypocrisy at all, but existing love enormous for me; 'Silence' is the name of our love you see! Though he likes to keep it unutterable to me! It's mad love, which has kept me forever thirsty!
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