A Dream

Did you ever feel a passion
So pure, so true,
So you knew it would never end?

Did you ever wish for someone
To feel such a passion
Towards you?

I wandered out on a shiny night,
A warm breeze tickled my neck,
It guided me to a riverbank

There I was standing
Waiting, silently,
I watched the moon

The river was streaming,
Softly, gently,
Like a stream of passion

While I was pondering,
A girl came standing next to me
I asked her her name.

‘My name you do already know,’
‘Since we’ve met many times before.’
It was then when I recognized her.

I asked her what she was doing here.
‘I am full of thoughts I can not fully comprehend,’
‘And I wished for your presence to warm my heart.’

I held her, and told her things she already knew.
‘Your love for me is strong,’
‘Though do you not think it would be better to let go of me?’

I explained to her my feelings,
My struggles and my longing for her.
She told me: ‘You are enslaved by your dreams.’

I told her in every way I could think of,
That I would love her until my very end.
She told me: ‘Your love is everlasting indeed.’

‘Even though you know it will end in your doom,’
‘You still hold me, loving like a flower needs the sun.’
I asked her why she was torturing me.



She replied to me
‘You are torturing yourself,’
‘there is no way I can free you of your love.’

Yet, my love for you goes on.
Like an endless dream of time.
I sought for you all my life