This is not a poem, but a thought
Of the meanings of my existence
These questions I have brought
To query my new resistance,
Why am I here? Why must I suffer?
What are the reasons that make me toil
Over one life, one a little rougher
Should I go on? Should I be loyal?
As always love is my subject
And always only one is my light
To follow, to cherish, and especially to protect
So now why do I continue this
internal fight?
Once up, once down, my emotions change
Yet my heart remains, one place it will stay
Her name, her smile, love: it will always contain
Hopefully we'll meet, I wish we do, One Day...