Maybe I am dreaming,
For so long, a wish so vile,
Oh! Despair in me, too screaming,
Like a long lost me all the while…

Maybe I am dreaming,
Silence are the words, you play.
Silent is my song now and every day.

Maybe there are left no words,
Silent even the portrait is,
Like a long dead knight, in arms and swords,
Fighting a long lost battle of pleas.

Maybe I am so dreaming,
That even, the wine taste so tasteless,
Like eyes so red, like a cry so whining,
For a wish, that too, so fathomless.

Maybe this is not my star,
Where fairies glide with a song so enchanting.
Crumbling, I am my love, yet so far,
O! Princess, you’re so piercing.

Maybe this is all just a dream,
Still I feel your fragrance around me,
It’s a futile divination, O! My princess,
Still you are, for me, so priceless.

Maybe I am just so dreaming,
For a long lost love, that I am longing,
But, how proud was ever Achilles,
To lose and die in the hands of Paris??