In an odyssey of virtue,
hearts dreams of true...

Single words with minds of own,
speak quietly throughout ones heart...

Things with half knowledge of, waiting to hear...
Words of affection, to create a path of return...

A wish that seems to never become truth,
taunting for you to wait your entire youth...

These last days, I will forever remember,
with who I gave my love since last years...

Two choices of love or lust,
wondering with which my heart will trust...