I admit, I was afraid to love. Not just to love, but to love her. For she was a stunning mystery. She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand, and I, I was afraid to fail like the others. She was the ocean and I was just a boy who loved the waves but was completely terrified to swim.
What I’d give for a taste of the sweet morning dew that is your kiss. The warmth of the sun that is your smile. The magic that is your touch. What I’d give to feel the riches of silk that is your embrace. To hear the symphony that is your voice. To see the lands of Paradise that is your beauty. I would give my soul to a devil, my heart to death himself. I would give everything I am.
I love your skin, oh so white. I love your touch cold as ice. And I love every single tear you cry, I just love the way you’re losing your life. I adore the despair in your eyes. I worship your lips once red as wine. I crave for your scent sending shivers down my spine. I just love the way you’re running out of life. Oh how beautiful you are, oh my darling, completely torn apart. You are gone with the sin my darling and beautiful you are.
I would send roses, stars to my beloved
and bar no lilies from her feet.
Oh, I would send thrushes and martins skyward.
Hers alone would I be; how sure of love
we, who see only one another;
such blindness like a wind-swept sea, becalmed
becomes a kindness soon.
The ships sail homeward seeking port.
Love, unskilled but true, moves onward,
lost in the wake of arms and kisses,
then awakening at last, sees itself.
Storms and seas and kisses run aground
only love that’s lost is ever found.