But then, my world, this perfect sphere
gets opened wide by feels I fear
and make me want to ride a while
I fall pray to one desire
of Loving you.
Oh, God! I pray
just let her be
turning down the hate I see
The rage upon my mind be leashed
Mesmerize her to be linked
with my heart.
Give her fuel and give her matches
Let her burn me down to ashes
Stitch my remains into patches
of white cloth.
Give her nails of the reddest polish
Let her stain and gash my clothing
So the dust that is not needed
be replaced by wounds of love.
Emanuel Ștefancu 