I stop to listen
Words touch my heart
My eyes start to glisten
The past is about to start
I know the theme
It comes from me
Even if the dream
I became blind to see
Each pause a sign
Each note can remind
Me of her sleek design
Enchantress redesigned
Who is to blame
Me or the song?
I listened with no aim
Or was I wrong?
I leave it to my lips
That touch the nerve
Of my heart and eclipse
The feelings I deserve
Even though I forget
The tune rewinds
The taste of regret
That the heart refines
I know it's a feeling
Or just a bit more
Because it is revealing
A secret store
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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