Just a tangle

You are the shiver of the top of my skin,

The sunbeam

Of my incurable attic,

Of the castle of my proud

Which has neither bottom nor basement -

As there is only my obstinate mind,

Full of prejudices and superstitions,

And I am in despair, as well as I am filled head over ears with hopes and dreams,

Dreaming desperately and hopelessly about your true and ever-lasting love...

14.02.2017