To waste,
To waste,

To waste such a love must be a crime,
Undermine the efforts of years' past,
Alas,
To waste.

But withall,
I bleed no longer,

I bled my tears,
I had my fears,
And today, I bleed no longer.

To thee I wish thine peace,
To me, I smile at least,

At what was not,
To waste.

~Robert van Lingen