Is It Real?

In life we duel every day to find what is suitable to us, I’m now living away from home, in a country that gives no relaxation, yet in this country I found the thing I desired the most, I found my heart again but in this I write a poem of words.

As Light as I feel, inside is my deal

Doubtful happiness, a shell that may peal

Or a desire too strong for emotions to be real

When eyes are close and situation is so ideal

A sad smile my face reveal

Full of fear for love to kneel

For many times love was a steal

Till a heart got lost and no heart was able to heal

Is it this time that is the real deal

In sorrow I pray for this to be real.