As if it is a
puzzle,

My unrequited
love left
Went our
distant ways

Bound to
meet again
By the red
string of faith

Without
having met at all.

That Pearl hanging
by
your cheek,
If it's for me,
I think it's glee

Otherwise,
It's not
    beautiful
at all.

How crazy it is that we met,
Every scene of it, I would not forget.
Reality of my fantasy.

If she would leave here,
           to fill her pail,
           to seek her keep,
           then I concede.  

But I cannot chart
           that it pains my heart,
           to see her smile
                  as I see her fly.