She was my north, my south, my east, and my west,
My working week and my Sunday’s rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love will last forever but I was wrong.
She took my breath away, I cried to listen her sound,
The more I searched her less I found.
Now I have slipped to such a position,
Into an unconcerned condition,
Punished by places and by time,
Thinking that love could only be a crime,
This holy crime was to be kind,
As it strengthened me with my mind,
But the strength was not enough,
For the pain to suppress.
The pain which speaks but only in loneliness
The loneliness was so tragical
That I witnessed a spectacle
For the god who blessed me
By setting me free
Free from the hardships of life
Through which I had to strife
But at last I came out of this mess of love
The mind perverted, hearts perverted, will perverted love.
