Will I Be Forever Slave? Poem by Pablo Alfonso

Will I be forever slave of your charm?
Why won't you release me of this torment?
This torment of which I'm prisioner.
I'm a wanderer in my own world.
Wandering the harmful desert
of my tormented life.
I'll be yours or I'll not be nothing.
Since I have you and I don't have you.
I know it sounds strange, but
your figure crosses through my mind
as images of Casanova's film.
And this reality...
It's awful to wake up
without you next to me...
Only with the arrival of another figure
in my mind, your silhouette fadesaway.
And it comes another images
less graceful,
less genteel,
less clear...