There was always that light twinkling in each star at the heart of dead night
There was always that music on the deafening silence in my empty room
There was always that pleasure traveling in every pages of my thick old books.
Then there you came my love
Offered me company and comfort,
But not long as the pain you left;
still running down to the deepest pit of my being,
consuming every flesh of my soul.
My love that I loved whom I entrusted all my love
Bring me the joy to myself I once had.

© Allan