The missery

A melancholic aura pervades me always when i see you, from farway , in my solitude, I see your smile and your joys, I drink a poison that consumes my happiness, the sparkle in your eyes kills me, burning my soul, your beautiful presence, filled my mind of the most sad and melancholy ideas, I think of all possible futures in which I'm not by your side I'm a bag of ideas in a deserted corner which rag and destined to be there for the rest of my miserable existence, always to see you, causandome a slight impression of happiness that quickly becomes shadows in my being, voices that I cringe and boiled my blood with the most painful words, everything will last until the void that I have to fill it with you .