I try and I try again
I will not give up hope
But every time I try
I’ll cling to a fragile rope

The illusionist can let that rope
So easily disappear
My heart is drenched in sadness
My shattered confidence in fear

The disappointment is cutting deep
Every time anew
When I realize that my beliefs
And the things I regard as true

Are nothing more than a vision
Of a perfect world that doesn’t exist
Of make-believe and fairy tales
Of fortune that I wished

All that’s left is sadness
Every illusion shattered
But still I try again
‘Cause nothing else mattered

I forgot what real love should be
Since the last time you held me in your embrace
You gave me back my broken heart
Said your final goodbyes, left without a trace

I will repair the stolen trust
Try to leave the hurt behind and close all doors
It takes some hard time to adjust
For as long as I’ve known I was always yours

Finally I let my love go
With lonely empty feelings, I gave up hope
Before the night is gone I know
I’ll be really fine, I’m sure that I can cope

I have locked all doors one by one
Just kept a special room in my heart for you
If you come back there will be none
Only some sad memories you put me through

Someday you just wandered in
It was a decision deliberately made
The thought of a warm place to stay
And for just a moment not to be afraid

You were fed and you were loved
And gave the same love back to me
You could come and you could go
Had your freedom to some degree

One day winter turned into spring
The urge to leave was too great
You bowed your head and left my place
To accommodate your fate

Summer went, a chilly autumn came
And suddenly you were scratching at my door
With a pleading glimmer in your eyes
Asking for a winter’s home once more

Year after year you came and went
The feeling you always left behind
Was the love that was ever there
Because our lives are intertwined

There is a little magic in the air
Not much, but just enough to entwine
The delightful feeling of the flare
Of the shooting star that will shine

There is a little magic in the air
It’s influencing the course of events
Like when the dive of the falcon midair
Is abruptly interrupted, death prevents

There is a little magic in the air
It can change your state of mind
Don’t know if you will be aware
The deeply felt sensation of this kind

There is a little magic in the air
The universe is patiently waiting
For the enjoyment of a love affair
For the power of the feverish mating

There is a little magic in the air
But you have to be a magician
You genuinely need to prepare
When you are on a passionate mission

There is a little magic in the air
The living web of driven energy
There is nothing to compare
The honest magic of synergy

Every day when I wake up
I stumble through my rooms
Blindly I take my coffee cup
And inhale delicious fumes

Carefully I seek my way
Along the table to my couch
Because that is the place to stay
My favourite spot to grouch

I close my eyes and take a sip
And feel the strength within myself
To reach up, cautious not to drip
And choose a book from the shelf

When I’m reading I forget the time
Completely caught up in the tale
In romance novel or in crime
My hero always would prevail

I don’t care what tasks remain
For me to do without delay
I tell myself again and again
Just one more page and I’m halfway

The next time I glance at the clock
It’s almost five in the afternoon
I suddenly fell into a shock
The day has gone by way to soon

Shamefully I realise this won’t do
I make a promise I am certain to keep
Tomorrow I will start anew
Except for that one day in the week

On Monday mornings I have found
With a lifelong comprehension
It is just too hard to turn around
So I do not have any pretension

To wake up and cheerful start the day
The Monday morning blues won’t go
Whatever come whatever may
I’ve abandoned this perception long ago

So for six days in the week I’ll try
To first finish my chores and tasks
It’s going to be tough I won’t deny
Just keep my head up if someone asks

But Monday mornings are for me
With my coffee and to grouch
On this day I am an absentee
In my favourite spot on my couch

A ghra, A amhain, my love, my only one
Do I know you well or do I fail to understand
Am I just keeping a brave face
Or am I wandering in no man’s land

Why am I trying so hard to disappear
Blending in behind the crowd
And on the other hand I do my best
To succeed because I’m really proud

Of what I’ve accomplished and who I am
Of all the hugs I freely gave
To all the strangers in the world
But then there’s nothing left for me to safe

I wonder if I was meant to be
An anonymous and faceless stranger
To give a helping hand here and there
And then to disappear without any danger

On second thought I’m fairly sure
I have confidence enough
I think I have earned the right
To be a bit bold and tough

And yet again I end my poem
The same as I begun
With a mischievous grin
A ghra, A amhain, my love, my only one