I would have
Her memories rather,
For all I gave
Was only a bother.

Dreams are sweet,
Adorned with my hope.
My heart keeps its beat,
With love that cannot cope.

I love eyes.
They are very strong,
And don’t tell lies.
They have this secret song
That keeps them glimmering all day long.
Even when I may fall apart,
They still shine bright, as if waiting for a brand-new start.

Ever lonely in this universe, I think—
Think, think, think—
What am I? What is there to life’s embrace?
A question always unanswered to my nameless face.

Ever inquisitive in this universe, I am lost—
Lost, lost, lost—
What is the purpose of my existence confined?
A soul tethered, a rationale undefined.

Day by day,
I forget more and more,
Memories I adore,
Leads me astray.

A sunset or the moon,
a momentary reunion,
meant to be soon;
though destined to separation,
they wait fervently for another chance,
of the sundry,
eternally to dance.

I met her in a world within reach, yet so unknown,
A conflation anew, yet so known.

Reaching the moon's underneath, the moonshine waited for its star,
In a moment's reach, there the star rose, from afar.

"You are here, my shine,"
"For so long now, for you, I pine."
Her voice, a whisper, soft and sweet,
Caressing the moment as they both meet.

In that dream, beneath the starlit skies,
I swore my all through tearful eyes.
"I'll take you despite what you choose to be,
No matter what, you'll always have this heart of me."

Her eyes shone, just like her heart,
"I'll wait for you," a single tear from her eyes would depart.
My heart responded before I could,
"No one else will come; only you should."

Now I wander, lost in thoughts deep,
Is this love, or a vow I keep?
Is it a promise that haunts my mind,
Or longings with which my heart I bind?

Each soul I gaze, I strain to find,
Her whose shadow lingers in my mind.
Her heart I love, or so I dare say,
Yet doubt stays—it won't go away.

In an era where beauty blinds the eye,
I seek her still— I could never deny.
Is this love, or just another lie?
The answer, I long to descry.

I chase the echo, the unlit star, a sweet dream to be,
I believe, will never come to me.
In my heart, where emotions roam askew,
I ache for the her I never knew.