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
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