At sight, thou wert a maybe, 
gradually, thou became a must, 
thence, we turned to 'shouldn't' 
because it would upsurge the thirst. 

Thou art a daydream withal a nightmare, 
I think of thy love, thy care, 
stupefied, why don't thou think for thyself? 
wherefore art thou here, herr? 

Thou art the reason of smile, thou art the reason of tears, 
wherefore this journey? 
wilt thou be here? or wilt thou part? 
the thoughts have always been the fear!