I refuge myself with great torture,
Do to all my misfortune.
How isolated a world it is for me,
When there is nothing I grant myself to be.
I would rather expire by malicious death,
Before I had to look upon my mirror with grief.
The tears that trickle down my cheek,
Are but sorrows from my own essence.
But what a heart I fear I have,
Filled with love, but none to give.
The men I meet aren't worthy of me,
For I need a touch of honesty.
In him he shall be filled with tranquility,
And fill my soul with a passionate need.
However, in this world I see today,
I witness nothing of the sort.
Maybe it is I that should change,
And transform into something I am not.
Then all my ideas will vanish,
And I would not be me.
A loving soul I am,
Filled with love for a certain man.
Who that man is I do not know,
Though some day I shall greet him.
Will it be great?
Will it be boring?
Unfortunately, I do not know,
When or how it will come to be.
I do not ask dishonestly or with greed,
I only wish my heart were overflowing and free,
With a gentleman who loves me,
And will always have the desires to be with me perpetually.