You still hold against me that I love you.
Who is the fool: you or I,
When, yes, I am alone,
But you are without the knowledge of either of us,
Without the peace of our friendship,
Without the knowledge of me.
We are taught that we are allowed no mistakes, in love.
There is no turning back,
No forgiveness.
We deal retribution in love as if we knew better,
As if we were ones to teach
An everlasting energy
How to be.
I still love you.
I still live you.
I still know you.
I still see you.
Perhaps I do not know what you want me to be,
Perhaps I will never be as you wish me to be,
But I love you
And that is everything.
You still make my heart break with your sadness.
You still make my heart leap with your joys.
You still make my mind warp with your ways.
You still make my loins ache with your beauty.
Break me again and again,
I will still be yours, eternally,
As I am every man’s whom I love.
Do not ask me to render this paradox sense;
I only know it’s true –
As I know you are mine, too…
As every moment you gave yourself to me
Lasts, lives…
And I miss you.
Oceans of Mine 