When You Dance on My Dreams

My Lady, I never knew that we would become naked and homeless, naked of feelings and without affection, drawing in sorrow and separation, after we were waiting for moments to meet each other.
It is very wonderful to get your freedom after an autocratic love, which demolished all the beautiful dreams, and the most wonderful are to feel that you suffer and die a thousand times in the night, not for hatred or hostility, but to feel bitter of separation.