Ensoñaciones del duende de Sevilla©

Feelings (i try to write an English poem)

I wish your love was mine
But i cant find the clue
Its something turning blue
A heart that cant be define

This love its not determine
Anything will be true
We should try to argue
But its too late, we have passed the line

And if everything is like a dream?
No one must think
That the feelings taste as cream

My hand writing without ink
My mind trying not to scream
Myself dying behind my link