I cannot remember when the last time I was this in love
when the last time an image of a woman terrorize my heart so
when the last time my heart throb so deeply when near a woman
it all begs the question: am I prepared to let her go?

I cannot remember when the last time I was this anxious
whenever I hear your voice echoing in my lonely heart
whenever your head is rested upon these weary shoulder
it all begs the question: must I go back to the start?
must I admit of losing each time?

                   experience had taught me what it means to love
         to lose
                                                 to suffer in that very same love
                                                 to love
             to love
but still I lose to her, my Muse,
my
my all.