There is Excalibur,
the sword inside you, firmly stucked,
petrified along with your heart
inside of huge cold rock.
I will get it out,
it will melt in my hands as a snowflake,
in the very moment I put it on my palm.
The blood will come through the hole
warm, vivid, red as my lips when I bite it
to keep those two words from coming
and collapse the entire world of us.
It won't hurt you,
oh no,
on a contrary,
you'll be happy,
maybe for the first time in your life,
you'll be happy to feel
happy to touch
happy to share
happy too much!