Confessions of a romantic
What can I tell you, my old friend,
and this love story is a classic,
between it and my other stories
there is no significant difference.
And I loved her with all my being
and she was a real saint for me,
I was proud of her love,
but she bewitched me with lies, a witch.
My heart was blind to the truth
and despite all the arguments, I didn't see that
I was madly fighting for this love
and that, in the end, I will be alone again.
And life still goes on
and there will be more such women in my life,
because I'm an incorrigible romantic,
I never stop dreaming about true love.
Zera Princ
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