I was crying in the dark

Nobody could hear my tears

When you ask, what is wrong with you

I told you nothing and turned your head of me

Life is often feigned , I

fade into your soul and leave my own.

Maybe I consider that yours is more worth

so I let a leave to me.

You did not understand that and was thinking

that I am insane, so you leave me with my hollow shell

and I am staying forever closed until the Sun dont directs to me.

You leave me with the hollow shell and

I drown into your dark eyes.

And all my life I will stay there untill the Sun dont directs to me.

To my biggest love.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.