Cannot grasp how deep I adore,
A feeling I've never felt before.

Wonder how you shape my heart,
Even though it's never a tender part.

So tell me, what should I do?
Shall I unveil my heart to you?

Here's my heart, now it's yours,
Its sorrows and joys are yours.

Sorrows gloom, a lasting doom,
Joys bloom, erasing the gloom.

Indeed, both are true,
But, it was always you.

For nights, endlessly I had nurtured, a flower that could never grow—
A seed descent of bloom rotting, falling slow.
It wasn't the fault of the water or the air—so they say;
The fault lay with the gardener, who trusted the wrong seed that day.

Till time, it lasts.
Sculpting, sculpting, don't do it fast.
Infernal fire burning sins,
May it happen, where all but one begins.