Write me a poem
Like a flare in a stary night
Singnaling my heart
That hope remains despite
So my heart doesn't go in circles
In hope of an illusion
Of what could have been us
Am I reading to much between the lines
are your feelings just a mere wish
I am stuck in a an eternal limbo
Between you my heavenly desire
and my cowardness to leave hell entire
You appear every fortnight and you lit my heart on fire