So...

You don't believe...

In all this peskiness,
The wantons of  love?

No...

It's all too hopeless
A dramatics singularity,

Mostly remaining invisible,

Even for the mirror this is... me,

But arigato for believing!

That my life wasn't but the music,

Of an endless piano's teeth seething,

 As all hatred that's ever been!

I'm grateful for... You,
Every moment,
And...

The dream,
That I'm capable,
Of your capability,
To be and live,
... Love! 
Xx...x