So slightly secretive, so still,
His secrets locked beyond my will.
With timid gaze, I watch, and pray
To learn his past, one distant day.

So handsome, with a subtle grace,
Those green eyes hold a boundless space.
And still I wait for that sweet time
When he’ll be mine, and only mine.

But it was only an illusion’s light!
He’ll scarcely think of me at night—
Yet one truth stays, clear as the sky:
In my heart, he’ll never die.

Originally written in Bulgarian.