Someday,
I know my feelings will reach you. . .

Like a whisper in the wind,
I'll make your skin tingle,
Then paint black river,
Flowing down your cheeks. . .

I'll make your mouth appear
Like trampled cherries,
With poisoned arrows
Piercing your  h e a r t . . .

You'll die slowly, in regret
In     u t m o s t   s o r r o w  . . .
Then ill burn your flesh,
disperse it unto the wind . . .
A death so enlightening
Like the death of my feelings,
That killed you,
B y    t h e    w i n d . . .