Love killed the desire

                     

It is a fact that for her figure               

I went after her.                                  

In that act I could get her heart.          

I must nurse it.

The heart, the gate, must not shut.      

I nursed the love.

Her love crippled me to advance

desiring her corporeally.           

We remained friends.

Love wet my throat                             

But dried my stomach.            

25.11.2004