Clair-Obscur dans le jardin diurne

If lovers have to die,
dreamers should one day part,
eternity is but a beloved lie
adorned with promises of the lark.
In the reverie of one night,
I foresee the destiny of thy bleeding heart;
glowing unforgiven tears;
concealed with loathsome happy smiles.
Could thou be more paradoxical,
hidden in your cabin of fantasies-how magical-
daydreaming this crappy carousel would one day end?
Admired for your contradiction,
my walking enigma;
I shall never touch your pure aura
for fear my love diluted your sweet apparition.