I would let you go,
open the grasp that locked my steps,
but then your eyes
wouldn't make the moon look lonely.
Then your laugh wouldn't drown waterfalls
into the sea.
Your walk wouldn't be an angel marching
to light my shade.
Then your voice wouldn't orchestrate the flow
of the wind's love.
Then your smile wouldn't make the sun look weak.
I would let you go.
The hell has worth
when heart is all lost.