Pardon Me,

I’ve nothing to ask, nothing to say:
I fall in love everyday
And nothing is true, nothing is real,
there is no new love to feel
But where can I find
the dreams of your mind?
The ones you hide from brutes
and beasts who look like me…
those dreams
of who you wanted to be?
Are they still  there
or have they been lost?
Were they Love’s cost?