I had driven you away by my strong urges,
by wanting to be a part of your heart, and inhale
the many pleasures of your captivating treasure,
to dive inside your spellbinding seas, drink the dopeness
from your poetry, listening to the sensuous melodies,
waiting to envelop every beat down to its simplest lyrics.

You didn’t like the way that I loved you, how I wished
to be your stillness, your intriguing dream and rhythm,
your vibrant cloud gliding with the sweet breeze,
creating the perfect equations with spectacular taste.

You said that I loved you too hard, that this was too much
for you, that what I wanted with you was something that
I needed to keep to myself, that we were better off as friends
than lovers, that the passion between us could never collide
together, that no matter how hard I fought to be yours,
you would never accept my affections for you.