I’ll tell you a secret,
The bud in the bud,
The flame in the flame,
The pure in the purity,
I carry your heart,
I carry it in mine,
I never wanted to be redeemed from your embrace,
Never wanted to harm you, instead harm myself,
Never challenged the intensity of your emotion, instead found myself powerless,
Never attempted to overcome the spell you cast on me,
My shadow weak, spirit is feeble, the soul out of control,
I hear the echo of the last words you said, as my essence cries for deliverance,
I cannot make your troubles sublime,
I cannot make your wishes come true,
I can attempt to make you stronger,
At the cost of this weak shadow,
Of this feeble spirit.
Of the unrestrained soul.
I can tell you that I am the flower, I am the candle, I am the untainted,
And you my dear are the bud, the flame and the pure.
The perception of your illusion makes me delusional and surreal
Pensive I am through the night, and bizarre by day.
I wait patiently.
In the grooves of my mind, I walk through the palatial halls of your heart,
Trapped and ensnared in this hollowness.
For all of time.
I carry your heart.
I carry it in my heart.
