I am alone,
And I want to write,
I think of you,
And pages remain white.
Indulged in a dream,
With a naive smile,
I strengthen my nerves,
Yet emotionally fragile.
Verses are all crisp,
Rhymes are all clear,
But I wanted myself,
To be her Shakespeare.
Hey! My love, love is not,
In my arms you have to be,
Talisman of vibes it is,
You are away thinking of me.
