• My heart is like the waves of the sea,
    soaring higher than the clouds,
    then plunging lower than depths of the waters.
    I see him there in front of my, smiling eyes, smiling face, but it is just an illusion. And it blows away like dust in the wind.
    My heart is plunging.
    Will I really ever see him? Will I really ever know him?
    Time passes; much time. Many illusions are put in front of me, people I know will never be real in my world.
    My heart is plunging.
    And then I see him, standing beyond all the illusions. But this time he is real.
    He walks forward, and the illusions turn to dust.
    Only he and I are left in this world, and I know he can be real in mine.
    My heart is soaring.