More than anything,
that's the way you wanted to love her.
Nothing but us,
that's what you said to make her dream.
After all,
lying to her did you no good.
Now you're all alone, your heart off its stride
She had sworn
sweetness, tenderness forever.
Out of love,
she had given herself
as she truly was.
She wanted to love you,
they frightened you,
these overdoses of happiness.
To say that
now it's your turn to realize
that living without her is hell every day.
Now that you're free, you find oyurself hating everything,
even this freedom.
You feel yourself trapped.
To say that
regrets could kill you.
Even worse, you blame yourself for not having loved properly.
To say everything seemed so perfect.
You would like to run, catch up with her.
And to say also that
her breathtaking eyes
throb vividly
in your black and white dreams.
To live while everything brightens up too late.
To live vividly as if there was some hope left.