the torment of hope

The lady! The lady! The lady of all the dreams I have summoned. How the multitudes sing of her beautiful name. Her presence enchants the world. Her voice brings the world to their feet. Her portraits hang on every door. Hidden behind the veil of secrets, she controls all wills by her thoughts. Alas she plauges my mind every night and morning. I am tormented with hope. Am I playing for the elements? The world forbids. I have to break free. May change come soon, in whatever form.