Twice The Hurt

I see this today,
all this love I had in you,
has healed the wounds you caused,
I knew, a lot of time has passed.

I lose myself again and again to love you,
every time I see you, I'm torn,
in sense twice, I'm separated,
the restraint prevents me from embracing you.

But you know the despair of heart in distress,
I look at you to deal with a woman in disguise, Goddess,
I'm frozen, before living with the only reason,
I want you back, tired of thoughts remain unchained.

Can't find the words, right things,
will not repeat what you'll find in books,
words, on this earth don't exist, not beautiful enough,
don't describe, what my heart dictates, without you I'm nothing.

I want us to believe and hope,
its the only power that I had left,
don't want to spoil the fun,
have all these tears that began to sink.

Its wonderful to observe in you,
a renaissance, I could not give,
I beseech you, now absolutely ready,
may these words bring you back to me.

I assure you expect this harsh reality,
that from this poem I can't retrieve your heart,
my heart is bohemian used to navigate,
in this meandering, so harsh fate.

But this gentle story I'd have kept,
a passion, I completely pierced,
a vision of you that I could forever
decode against my optimistic dreams of you.