Incomplete

(Another old one from drafts)

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I knew nothing can be worst than this,
In illusion I was seeking bliss.
Dream after dream I saw, sleeping or wide awake,
A single glance that made my day!
It had to last, it had to end,
We had after all quite separate ways.
I was hoping an year was enough to know, enough to portray
No words, just what eyes had to tell, what I wanted to say.