Romance

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.

Varna

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