Heroine

"When I wake up suddenly from sleep,

And sleep eludes my eyes,

It takes me time to understand

That I am in my own world,

And you are not with me.

You are in a distant land,

You are in your town.

Lips can't speak about you to others,

But my writings tell in my book.

I don't know whether you read or not,

But I write for you.

Yes, I have seen the form of a book

That has become emotional.

But when will that heroine who walks, stumbles,

Sulks, and loves to know that

In her outside world,

I belong to her,

And she never belongs to me?"