Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back
and weigh you down into
Let it kill you and let it
devour your remains.
For all things will kill you,
both slowly and fastly, but
it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What’s the point of bringing gold
to the gold mine,
or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.
It’s no good giving my heart and my soul
because you already have these.
So- I’ve brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and