If I could make my love to disappear
To die within me; may it arrest.
Fear
Of all my pains that are yet to come
Best
Of all my cold hearted days to come

For I do wish for painless love
That is thine enemy of life
Much less of love;
More power to thine mind
Much more of hate;
More weakness we take in.
For it is clear that cold hearted mind may not see
As far as love and flowers bloom, for I am sick
And full of mystery for me to look with in my self
To look inside to realize of whom I am.
Who I’ve become and who I was.

Of all my heartfelt love attempts that failed
For all the flowers that have died in their possession
For all the nights that had gone to waste. For all my passion traded in for pain and murky memory of something to forget. For my tears do roll at night and saturate my feather rest.
My sigh may ease the pain and shove it deeper just a bit
But I know that it is there and until you come to me.
I shall keep my rest along with tears, always by my side.