It never seemed enough
All those whispering sorrows
Vanishing into the deep mist of tomorrows.
Clasped together your hands never let go
Your hands holding only yours
Filling your red wine into sores.
I am a constituent to your love
Begging for it pleading for it
But the irony is beside it.
The more I want the less you give
The less I want the more is there
What a pain if not want, then what hope to bare?
We are a tangled love affair
So complicated and everywhere.
But it is you I long to share
Shaving my head just to give you locks of hair.
You are a stable independent man
who jousts his compassion with others to share
But I give myself with none left to bare.
For it is you, my tangled sweet love
That I am yours and yours alone.
Till none of my heart is left and
To you this wretched but beautiful pain I will only condone.
For only a moment in your eyes
That glisten of pure love
is worth every set of lies.