You believed to build a kingdom,
full of soldiers and swords,
of towers and minarets,
of loneliness and rejection.

But you forgot your crib and coo,
your attachment and caress,
the certain and unique direction.

You hurt and humiliated,
you affronted and sowed,
all this pain without affection.

You decide,
my unknown lukewarm,
if within the kingdom of neglect,
one day, you could find the respect.