A maze is what you are,
Dwindling with the strands of hope,

A hope to find out the hidden way to my heart,
I have wandered so far, so long,
Yet I am not even close to your presence,

I may fall blindly into your illusions,
That bereft me of pain and pain, but some more,

Your silhouette puzzles me past these though,
And then again I stroll with the same hope,
A hope of insanity to find you!

You, are my soul mate hidden past these walls,
And I shall meet you on one such crazed end of the maze.