Waste of love

No matter how we are discreet, lonely, apart, love in our eyes will betray the sensitiveness of our senses

Such a waste of this pure rain water

But, please, don't give love to strangers. They might drink all your blood

(I don't have any, so far)

And remember, me, I just want you fair and straight ahed to fulfilness

I have wasted my dedication. Strangers drank it all.

You will find me wasted, devastated, but bright in brillant and pure love

All the rest is like rainig in a pond full of frogs