With you and heart of yours still holding me
And never closing hand that grabbed my soul.
I slip on through without a place to be
To live or love, to tear our hearts out whole.
So fighting I do, blood and scratched and torn,
Repenting sins upon the floor whilst drops
Of tears, so black and nightly dark, and born
But bred by farmers’ plants of heat to top
The passion wrung between us two. To die
For you but live on loveless, poorly cold.
My heart just leaps and soars, just flies so high
Then falls for you again, for you to hold.
Can I then kiss and die with you alone?
To never love again, my light that shone.