I Am But a Foolish Lover

I am but a foolish lover,

Thinking a kiss could pierce through the wall of darkness,

I had dedicated to building for years.

I am but a confused damsel,

Trusting that the hands with poison pulsing through its veins,

Could dry my stream of woeful tears.

I am but a naïve optimist,

Drenched in loneliness, who mistook the melancholy in your eyes

As a vision of solidarity that overshadowed my fears.

I am but a stupid girl,

Who believed the man who was still looking for a piece of himself in another heart,

Could help in the quest to help rebuild my own,

With all intentions truly sincere.