This form of love is like the pain
of childbirth: so intense
it's hard to remember afterwards,

I know: yes, no, even I must tear off
The delicate daisy petals.
Everyone on earth is destined to feel
The torments of love.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

Love brought its tail of pains,
its long static beam of thorns,
and we close our eyes so that nothing,
so that no wound will separate us.

I hate the way ill always love you

It may be that you are settled in another place it may be that you are happy but the one who took your heart wields final power.