Loving you is salt, just a pinch a waste and
too much will ruin the taste. Remedy this incurable sickness
in my heart with melody. Your teeth are milk and
lips are honey, beneath your smile is the almost fragrance
of a forbidden flower. I don't have the power to
recall your face because I have never forgotten. You alone
are the place where I find my senses. The mind
a prisoner and the heart is a stranger. Love, I
find a day is week while I yearn for your
return. Our passion more tender than a water lily petal
but few will ever truly feel it like you can.
Without anger our love is a fruit unripe and rotten,
and is the sweetest wine, that won't be forgotten, for
when I am with you I am intoxicated. Leave me
stumbling in a daze. I can't be sure if this
is the disease or the cure. I thought I knew
myself but love breaks all bonds. I feel if I've
been shot but it is only the half of me
now within you, and hurts when we are apart. If
the moon could be you I would love it too.