And Pages Remain White

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.