It's a pity how I died a lover,
Making my heart your paradise and my mind your spare room.
Even as broken as I was throughout this lonely journey,
From afar, my face still screamed, "I'm okay,"
A lie I held on to throughout my dance in the dark.

It's amazing how I still paint your face in my head,
And how I make sweet harmonies with your name.
Down I lay to attend to my weeping heart,
Whom, throughout life, has carried the burden of unrequited love.
But then I still reminisce on the beauty of my ugly youth;
The carcass of love spent and done.
Truly, the thought of loving you was something beautiful,
As each eye of mine that saw you sent enchanting impulses to my belly,
And each word I heard you speak mesmerized my mind.

There was...