I'm not sorry
             for loving you

                            I'm sorry
                                    because I wasn't good enough
                                             to be worth fighting for
                                                    I wasn't good enough
                                                          ­ to be worth the time
                                                            ­          worth the wait

                                                           ­                         I'm sorry
                                                           ­                               because I loved you
                                                             ­                                             I love you


and it wasn't enough
        to make you stay

Beautiful flowers may grow here
                  But it is a wasteland without you

Promise me that you'll never leave. Promise me that you'll remain an inseparable part of my life. Promise me we'll play at the beach on Sundays.
Promise me you'll brighten my day with your graceful movements, weaving their way into memories replayed on rainy days. Promise me that you care. Promise me that I'll never have to worry, about the day of your death. Promise me that I'll be your one and only lover, on this path we share, walking hand in hand. Promise me you'll remember my promise. Promise me that you'll entertain the joyous reminders I nag you with, while eating ice cream at the beach. Promise me that while we sleep, we dream together and build tall skyscrapers, reaching to the stars, shining fourth and blinding the magnificence of our love. Promise me that I'm going to be the only person, that holds the key to unlocking your hearts content.

You tenderly carve, day and night
my heart with your chisel, sharp, incisive
as if it's a block of alabaster, at your disposal
chosen to create your one true masterpiece.
I believe in you,and submit, why? I can't really tell
Isn't it true love, that transcends limits of thought?

I let you do it as I can see  it pleases you the most,
after the moment your eyes had fallen on mine first
and stood still; I saw a divine  excitement on your face.

Is it pleasure or pain?I can't answer that question
I love you, and want you to do what pleases you the most.
My muse said, "Don't let her do this, she doesn't know
it's true worth, she'll ruin it in her, enthusiasm without limits"
I said in a whisper "I've hopelessly fallen in love, for ever"

I'd be your monument of whatever, success or failure,
I feel  the forces of nature that decide what it turns out, at last
and I listen to the sound of hammer on the chisel and patiently wait.