Gone are the days
Empty is the heart
You know
What empty cups do?
Serve me a cup.
Of her divinity. Of a pristine stream that she is.
As she flows, beauty nestles in her. Sunflower
And bees, I am. As her
Sunness calls me , serves me, oh my sweet lady, a cup, some wine. Bees, come for the wine, she
Serves us here today
Heaven is here, where she is, the god
Loves her too,
In her love, madly, I become a fool

Now I hold funerals everyday
For the man that died when she left

If the cost of this freedom
Is
Never hearing her laugh again,
Take me back
Put me in her cage
I do not seek for this freedom
I am free even in a cage when she laughs majestically.

I know
You will be the most beautiful feeling I will ever feel in this lifetime.