Like a swan dipping it's head
For pieces of pilfered bread
He kissed me.

The sadness of losing
It's what's left

It was so true
to love you
It happened
but
I would love you ...
I would love ...
Come here.
Let me show you
I want to see

Maybe the hours ...
Or the mountains ...
perhaps
words,
I do not know
Maybe _ love ...


I stopped saying.
Stopped.
I resigned to love ...
the gods...

The flowers,
Kielos,
bit me
when i pulled them

To love you
Was like pulling a flower
I made you swan
The gods made me volcano