You wrote me a new kind of Rhapsody But I didn't know you then You didn't or couldn't have known me Because I didn't know myself untill I met you
Since that day my bones are Brittle Covered with strange layers of Ice and thorn Every word you spoke felt like a knitting of smooth silk Digging into myself and our love
I spent nights alone condoling myself with sleepless serenades and pauses of breath I wrote you a love song once but you melted it And I took it from there that my heart would follow yours but no chase would begin Because you say yours belongs elsewhere But of course I know that you are wrong