I feel trapped, cadged, backed into a corner because of those who think they know what is right for me and our beloved country. They claim to sow harmony when they sow the seeds of discord in my heart.
Can't they see how perfect you are? How amazing your deeds have been for our country? You have saved not only my life numerous times, but theirs as well. How I wish I could I repay you in any way.
But, you won't let me. You won't even deign to grace me with your presence so that I might see the sun again. Can you not see that you have become the sun in my dark and dreary world?
I want to tell you how much you light up my world just by being in the same room. I long to worship you with all that I am, for you gave me a reason to fight on.
You are my fighting spirit. Every deed of yours that I hear, renews me and urges me on. You are my inspiration and my hearts deepest desire.
For once, I wish to bask in your light and beauty, forsaking all. I want to burn in your sunlight for even just a moment, but all you leave me with, is the darkest winter.
How I wish I could love you, my Kari, but you will never be mine.