On My Love...

Have I ever been in love? Truly in love? I had. Once. Enough. That was the reason why I decided not to fall for someone.

Yet, who am I to decide what fate may befell?
I am constantly in love...
To my dismay?

I do not see that as a shortcome. For I am blessed with the one I love and care about. The one that shall never turn against me.

Were you to ask if I were taken,
Then I should say I am.

However, it does not mean that we shall be together... For my feelings work only one-way.

The wish that I had may never be granted.
Because I had forsaken the life I was offered.
Could there be future?

Shall I one day say this sentence, "Che morirei, senza di te..." Perhaps not, perhaps never.

As long as people see who I am and what I am on the surface... No one would be able to listen to what I have to say. As long as people think of this ambitious little girl with dreams... They shall never know my nightmares. As long as people love my smile, they shall never see me cry...

I promised myself,
I did.

So maybe for another hundred years... Maybe in a much better world I shall tell you about my love... My long lost dream...