Myth of my love
You have left me in the wilderness of myself alone
A self, whose self I no longer own
Linger I shall in the coldness of separation for which there are no cures
Linger I shall till you come to claim that which is yours
I will be a bridge imprisoned so you may walk over me just one time
I have drowned in your love and now I shall pay for this crime
I will suffer a thousand years of storm so your smell I may scent
Through its turbulence your memory in my heart I shall cement
It matters not anymore if this love you return
it suffices me that in your love to ashes I burn
I will be the cloud that yearns to rain on your drought
Perhaps then my love you will no longer doubt
I will be the light with the darkness of night I shall fight
In this turmoil in your memory I shall write, I shall write
In this pen I shall pour the ink of my heart
In the pain of these lines from my soul I shall part
A time will come when you shall read the myth of my love
Alas a time when I can only watch you from above
