If there's one thing

I ask of you, my dear

That is to be patient with me, kind as well

For this heart of mine

Had endured a lot of wounds

But the one thing which would leave

A permanent scar on its surface

Is the thought that

You're just a fragment

Of my mind's creative imagination

For, in the end, my soul couldn't bear the fact,

That it will forever lose thee

For I loved you too deeply