The reflections in your eyes scare me
Yes, they do tend to say to me
Of how fed up you are of all of my actions
As if blinded and deaf I still am towards your revelations
Of course, I do know that I still do make blunders
Why, I am not made of superpowers
I am but a frail being
One whose days without you feel not like they are days being lived!
Yes, for I do ask myself if there do be a life without you
Is there even my being without you
Is there even a tiny beat of my heart without you
Why, you are the guiding force guiding me in all that I do!
Protecting me from the pulls of demons
Saving me from causing to myself, senseless demolitions
Pampering me to more than I did expect
Loving me, loving me as I am, even in my flawed aspect
Yet, as I do look at you, I do see crosses in your eyes
Such does make me let out painful cries
Why, I meant not to harm you, I meant not to ruin you
Rather, I just meant to act like the rest, hoping still, by doing so, to love you!
But hey, muse of mystery, muse of poetry
You remain my lover, you remain my desire
Muse of my moods
Pray, once more, I do ask you to forgive my human broods
See you, separated we are, between us there do be the blue skies
Why, each day I do wonder whether we shall someday tie the knots
A most difficult task it is, our different kinds be at faults
Yes, I do be human, while you do be mystery!
Pray, muse, in your eyes, I wish not to see those crosses
Should there be so, I would see myself as one so gross
Pray muse, do love me still
I shall try not to let myself be pulled by the kind of this world!
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