Are you real, my love,
or are you just a ghost of my imagination,
do I mix you up with someone else
that merely exists as a chimaera,
leading me astray in desperate delusions
like an all too realistic mirage in the desert,
or are you quite simply too good to be true?
The only certain thing is that I love you
whoever you are,
and so far you at least have not betrayed me,
thrown my love away or let me down
except most unintentionally;
so what can I do
but keep on loving you and longing for you
since at least we all the time
are getting nearer to each other.