I close my eyes

And better do I see

The beauty of your heart

The melody of love’s art.

Thus, I open

my heart that is closed

filled, to love, with passion,

wholly in verbal and in action.

—

Then I am awaken.

I am dreaming again.

You are not yet here.

Defeated! Again.

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I reminisce the past.

What I did wrong?

Sight across the green and velvet

I realized nothing’s to regret.

I gave my all,

my purse, my soul.

They missed their chance.

I hope there’s joy in their dance.

Now, what you doing?

Want me again in your play?

Shall I say I won’t?

Never let my Tart go away.