love you...
i'd call you my god, my love eternal
i'd try to make you feel as if you are the only one worthy of walking the earth
i'd try to make you feel so special you'd feel shame and delighted
i'd create a bubble around you that would keep all out that would stain you
i'd carry you untill there is nothing left of me
there is nothing left of me
but i did not carry love
did not make that one special bubble
did not put you in paradox
did not fill your ego overflowing
did not call you god, not eternal.
what am i to do
with all these things
now there is no more me
but a vehicle and a worn out soul
what am i to do
other than love you
quietly silently and far from all those who see.
sui, man, 47 jaar
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