Our meeting was pure happenstance. Now, I’m here all alone in a quiet pocket of time, a place where I have reached total solitude. I can think of our thousand happy memories together, but the thoughts died before taking shape. Time will tell how much I love you. Yet time also taught us that everyone has to say goodbye sooner or later. What a cliché. She had me. The feeling was so ugly, so alien. I could say that she cast a spell on me, but like love, happy endings are only for fairy tales.
solitude
Girl of the morning dew
The girl of the morning dew,
Surrounded by a beautiful mist,
She liked her complete solitude.
A man was enticed by her grace,
He who was constantly looking at her,
Adored her secretly and passionately
Looking at her as if she were a goddess.
He struggled hard to fight his emotions,
Separated by a worldly fate;
He couldn’t just fall into such dreams.
Yet after each day, his feelings matured;
He waited, longed, and loved.
Madness filled his empty heart,
He left his hesitations behind,
Gathered all the courage he had,
And confronted her to speak of his love.
Stuttering, nervous, feeling the gravity
Regret engulfed him as time stood still:
Someone already owned her heart.
