Was it all created by an idle mind?
Like dreams, and hopes and all their kind.
Did my imagination really run wild?
The first time she looked at me and smiled.

Did my mind create responses, replies?
Or was there love behind her eyes?
Was there strength behind her smile?
Or was it empty all the while?

For they are taken by another love,
And I am a puppet for the powers above,
Who watch my pains with a happy face,
As the pieces of my heart fall all over the place.

So I’ll never know what lurks behind,
That smile of hers and her eyes so kind,
Did my imagination really run wild?
That first time she looked at me, and smiled.