We were united by our need for love and magic
but it was an excitement with little meaning.

The desires of the moment are extinguished, lost in the wind,
and if our bodies spoke - much was not said.

Everything comes and goes but we don't go together,
to seek in embrace what we long for.

We built great castles and dreams of gold,
we confused our wants, we threw them into the ashes.

I didn't understand the ending, I didn't get the period,
maybe half of a beautiful story was left.

I alone will walk, as I well know,
since it didn't come out of nowhere in nothing to hope for.

I will end the poem here, to put an end to it,
since he did not find the heart, Cupid's arrow.