The more I try to reach you,
The more you seems gone away.
The more I try to embrace you,
The more you evaporate into thin air.

The more I try to accept it
The more you makes it complex.
The more I try to get used to of your distant love,
The more you pretend to care.

Day by day you entered my life,
Day by day you made me love you,
Day by day you made me trust you,
Day by day you making me puzzled...

Right now I am nothing to you,
Right now I am the only one for you,

Is this the love Keats praised for?
Or Shaw talked about?

...jo