Illusion

Enchanting glimpse, timorous gaze

I believe in love that others dispraise.

I perceive the sparkle and desire,

Which returns from your enigmatic smile.

Faithfully, I am waiting for my fabled archduke

In my infinitely high belfry to rescue

Me from the veil-covering hopelessness,

Since I crave being his princess.

I would like to get rid of this monotonous, excruciating emotion,

However, I apprehend your syrupy reverberation.

I don’t want the accomplishment of this fascinating illusion,

Is this all true or just a luxurious delusion?

Kolcsár Evelin X. R