Loving you is salt, just a pinch a waste and too much will ruin the taste. Remedy this incurable sickness in my heart with melody. Your teeth are milk and lips are honey, beneath your smile is the almost fragrance of a forbidden flower. I don't have the power to recall your face because I have never forgotten. You alone are the place where I find my senses. The mind a prisoner and the heart is a stranger. Love, I find a day is week while I yearn for your return. Our passion more tender than a water lily petal but few will ever truly feel it like you can. Without anger our love is a fruit unripe and rotten, and is the sweetest wine, that won't be forgotten, for when I am with you I am intoxicated. Leave me stumbling in a daze. I can't be sure if this is the disease or the cure. I thought I knew myself but love breaks all bonds. I feel if I've been shot but it is only the half of me now within you, and hurts when we are apart. If the moon could be you I would love it too.