You

I was once inflicted by you,
Now I won't grant access,
These are wasted words,

An axiomatic truth.

Those thoughts are worthless,

Nothing but trimmings,

Wake up to realities,

And you’ll find truths out of this.

Seek and you’ll find us,

Believe that things will fall into their places,

Stop searching and longing for others,

I’ll be behind you in such days.

My fondest dreams are lying in you,

The yearning and desire I have for you,

My fondest dreams have at last come true,

You won’t regret I promise and that is true.

Informal the personality of the person being addressed or something that expresses it.