My Stories Of You (Chapter Nine) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

She had giants following her scented footsteps,
and worlds of murderous blue, creating words of love
outside her heart.
But she loved no one that loved her.
She loved me, but as long as I didn't love her back.
Between the stars I travel, collecting the words
that keep slipping from my love letters of you.
They don't want to be finished, someone tells me.
He must be right.
At the edge of the world, I whisper to you, that I love you,
but there's no answer to comfort me,
no kiss to return the favour.
I haven't even seen you today, but my worlds
will still mean nothing without you.
Sadness is good, it means something to me,
for it makes me write more of you,
and I don't want to stop loving you.
(Somn usor eroina mea frumoasa)
(don't be confused, She is You)