Texte d'origine - Anglais - thinking of you

I see your reflection thought as if it is only a
dream, but it seems more than a just an abstraction.
My heart falls to the ground everyday, because you
possess my compassion. Your eyes fill me with
passion, and desire for your ever so soft touch, Its
not the way you caress and play with my affection.
You can never change the way I feel because, its mine
forever. You played the game and you lost your love
to me, I always acted like I didn’t even care although
I always did.