My holding to you
becomes a necessity
for the heart
to bring the beat of life.
My holding to you
Began with the scent of flesh
and the death of innocence.
There it was in the river of time
There we met
There we loved
There we laughed
There we cried
with such longing
and such a rage.
Then the river stopped
And flowed backward
Like a knife stabbing the heart
No mercy
No life.
Then I had to leave, my love
And I left
from the darkest night
To the coldest winter of life
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