To find the cure of LOVE
In the outside world
Around you is a fatal error

The cure was that
YOU would have taken
A vein of your heart
And tied it on my
Paper-cut wrist

The cure was that
You had placed both
Your vein and my wrist
In the sun to dry and colt

But what happened was
The LOVE clouds
That passed by your heart
You drained out
Its romantic passion
In your ocean
And left my desert
Parched & dry
In AGAPE love