I am in love with an illusion. A girl who does not exist.

I saw her eyes, heir hair, her aura. A moment with the goddess. The power of a hidden view.

Blonde hair, blue eyes. An inner beauty. An inner strength. The power hidden in her midst. I saw.

I heard her voice. The voice of perfection. The voice of imagionation. Ideas, not words. I heard.

I heard it was not meant to be. An unnatural affliction. A way aside from trodden paths.

I saw it was forbidden. Their words did hold no sway. An impossibility it remained.

Like an unerring kunai to the heart. I fall. I fall. I fall, struck with an unerring kunai to the heart.

It is my own. A jagged edge of foolishness.

No regret. No regret.