He knows my heart ,
he knows my Soul,
I am no mystery for him.
Every day I wonder
why I was born
with thorns in my poor forehead.
I am burning a candle ,
dozens of them.
They heat my vivid imagination.
I begin to laugh, I start to smile
as I get into fairy tales.
I am a princess , not yet a queen.
I am playing cards with a rabbit.
He always looses , gives me expensive gifts
as he is seeing the future.
I am so little , I am a teeny tiny girl.
I desire emotions and feelings.
He knows my heart , he knows my Soul.
but I am lost in existance.