I don\'t know if its your reflection
What I desire, or what I treasure,
I can\'t distinguish
Your reality from what I\'ve envisioned
I dreamt of you, for me
Someone different from who you are.
A person that you will never be
And that you will never shift
After all, I realize,
There\'s no room for idealization.
Every touch, every look
Occurred in my mind,
Entirely opposite of your reality.
And I was afraid to ask, if truly,
You were better or worse than I imagined,
Or if something between the two of us could have really happened.
But I guess, I never had the courage
Of stop looking at you from afar,
When I could have known your presence and stroke,
The ones you didn\'t show to everybody,
But I won\'t be able to know them now.
Because it\'s too
Late.