My Heart

That in a soul I am created I do not know, all has mixed up in my head and again, I certainly forgive you. I do not forgive only left love. You know for what I do not regret, I do not ask about returning you, but it would be time pride, to cease to justify myself.
You leave, depart. My heart departs for you, but most likely you even don't know, how you have cruelly arrived with me...