I was never a poet,
Until you passed by,
Never a believer,
Yet now I try.
We had different worlds,
But of the same kind
Now in your spell,
My heart is bind.

I was never certain,
Yet now I'm sure,
Hiding behind a curtain,
Afraid, I trembled.
Casting that spell of love on me again,
As I write our story on the point of my pen.

I was never a woman,
Yet now I am,
Though I knew you would prefer
A graceful swan.
I was never like this,
When you showed me the sun,
My heart felt bliss,
My poem, left, undone.

I fell on my footsteps,
T'is where I failed to see,
That beneath that charming vision,
Lies a painful reality.

Murmured your love upon her ears,
Causing her to falter whenever you are near,
T'was her mishap to have waited for years,
Now all that is left is a grin and tears.

Love, indeed, is a splendid thing,
Yet who else when love fails are you to cling?
You, my dear, are my wish supreme
And no more greater than a dream.

A poetess, I am, simple yet words are alluring,
Found someone who made my heart go pounding,
He made me see what is to believe,
That charming vision of phantom, my apparition of reality.

Petty, to think of you, though I still do,
Than to bid my love, my final adieu,
Awoken in a world where you don't exist,
C'est la vie! Reality, how painful it is!

Strong like a mountain, I really am,
But without you, I'm frail and wan,
You were lost in my fantasy, yes, but not in my heart,
That charming vision of phantom, my apparition of Love.