Countless,
I have been fractured and made frail
On the lines of love,
First, it seems velvet, I'm rolling, then to the ground,
I have lost my crowns,
This love a thing, has always seem
A battle for me,
Blood on every side,
And I have fought longer than
The Night of Long Knives
Why does love always seem like a war for me?
For even when I find a rose blooming in a cold,
My stars shiver and fall, love trolls me
Yet in its embrace, my warmth unfolds.
Believe in love no matter what!!