HOPELESS LOVE

I know you're something hopeless, and your love is something hopeless. But I'm truly happy with this love, so much so that I've come to adore despair because it's a beautiful depiction of love.

Your hopeless love is warm and moist like a flower and soft and delicate to the touch like a breeze. O Silent, you come in the evening, embracing my heart with the tales of the little leaves with great passion.

Believe me, I don't need a step from you. I don't want anything from you, not even for you to look at me or thinking of me for a moment, because I'm so happy with your love. I can't imagine how miserable I'd be if I never saw your blue eyes.

I know I'm living in an illusion, dreaming, and lying to myself. But I will never forget this happiness of your love, which is hopeless and illusory.