Curse me all you want
There's love in your hatred
You became so passionate with it
But never deny that I was mad about you
Not when all I've ever asked for
Was the safety of every breath you take
For this I would face Mecca
Raise my hands to Luna
Bow to Buddha
And be blessed by the priest
I would do it on auspicious days
According to the pundit
Every single time I would utter your name
In the only way I know how
From love blooming within
How your mere existence pleases me
I would always only gain happiness from yours