It’s not only pain
And when you come to me again
I will tell you — maybe — to
Forgive me, baby
For things I say ‘No’, but may continue to do,
That, as living things, we consistently repent.
Since, a moment’s tear hanging fleetingly by the eye
Does not make the heartbeat of a lover die
There will be a time to hold and summarize
The nett weight of our soft sentiments in
Softly coated, nose-tickling soft sigh.
When you come to me again,
Perhaps, you may hold me close from where you stand,
Ask me to draw you, look into your eyes,
To let the world stop a moment and