Day is boring, nigth is my darling

Gambling relentlessly for thou love,
flying free resemble the white dove,
with the price of infinite pain,
I'll stand ready in an open lane,

sometimes I deemed myself foolish,
ignorant of the reality I'm appeased,
by chance of fortune I'm alive,
thou are the source of revive.

The Unkown But Clearly Known

I liked to express my feelings in the form of art, because it wasn't hard to do so, but sometimes it became unknown. Possibly if I'm aware, I couldn't even call back what I've done. Despite that, I'm well relieved.