In the depths of my love's abyss,
Living without you is a deathly sentence.

My soul, now inseparable from yours,
I've inscribed only you upon my essence.

Yet today, in those eyes of yours,
No love for me to be found.
Speaking to you brings no solace,
Has our love, then, met its burial ground?

Please, don't inflict torment to the degree,
That if you wish closeness, I'm the one to flee.
Yes, call me mad for you, it's true,
But does begged-for love ever grant solace too?

Return to me, oh, come back today,
Before the delay turns eternity's way.
© _gottaloveruhii