Why are all the good ones taken?
A masterpiece, my gaze is inevitably drawn into
Bittersweet dreamboat, always too good to be true
More precisely, why do I dive in headfirst free falling down a cliff
How many more to come, until I learn from this age-old mistake
Must my heart insist, on torture in the most painful way
Clinging onto shreds of hope each time
That this next mirage will finally be mine.
Was I in love with him?
Or simply charmed by the idea of this enigma
Will the universe ever cross our paths, my darling soulmate?
Perhaps, instead, you might leave me with the resolution
That romance in my life is meant to remain dead.