From the very start,
the moment I heard her voice,
the moment I peaked at her face behind her screen,
the moment I felt,
the delicate way, of her movements,
of her spirit,
I fell.
And now, now that I've come close to her,
that I've experienced her sight and smile,
I find she's moving, I find she's not alone.
And in a false hope, I think, or wish,
of her being mediocrely attended,
so I can give her that joy, and pleasure,
which only I, selfishly believe, can provide her of.
But awaken from this dream I find,
she's given away her heart,
or a piece of it,
and I'm sad.
Heart broken and poisoned
with a sprinkle of hope.