How may I admit that he had just been a moment;
When a way he had been;
A sea he had been with the divinity enclosed within…..
How may I admit that it was not lust;
when indifferent he had been to my love….
How may I admit that he was just a page;
When he had been the whole story of my life…..
How may I admit that he was only a mystery;
When his eyes had revealed all of his secrets……
How may I admit that his love was true;
When the love itself had been just a mask pasted with glue…..
Finally I had admitted it to be the holy water;
But only after drinking did I realize that it had just been some POISON…..