You neither seek nor show any ties,
but real love it is, and so feels my silly heart.
How I wished I could loose my fears,
I'd enjoy present time with no wondering tears.
In serious trouble, I am:
for thee, I've fallen completely.
In time, you'll meet other love,
while, silent, I'll hear my loneliness weeping.
No more questions.
no more weaving plans,
no more waiting for that miracle:
...that it's me you really love.
La Finita
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