Very well I know my expectation is my caricature,
I can feel and think as I am a beautiful breathing toy,
I have an experience that my fantasies become a truth,
An experience that my sincere dreams at last come true,
An experience that a helpless infant is at last a youth,
To love and to be loved, whether it’s me or it’s you,
An experience when silver appears on my tired head,
My continuously beating heart is changedto gold,
I recollect my ecstasies in love before I am dead,
I smile on my naughty and joyful youth when I am old,
I rise once again to kiss my beloved once again,
I believe in you, I trust in you, as I am a fighter,
I shall go on titillating you for another pink stain,
Like an atheist I never and I shall ne’er surrender.
Sweetheart! Even if your existence is merely virtual,
My weapon is love; I shall fight and make you real.

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