A day more than once in this life,
Is more than I can bear,
If a life without you could mean my downfall or a strife,
Or an old or gray or lifeless hair;
Another's stolen kiss would mean treason,
My lips dos't not welcome that of a stranger's,
Be not with skipping rhymes or reason,
The flame never died, nor the fiery dying embers;
I go on with my impetuous travels asking,
Would I end loving a miser or a rich man with bags of treasure?
I can no longer forego if not your soul will be doing,
No taking aback of a kind of love's lure;
In my memories and will you be always in my loving heart,
The days go slow as if to stop the ticking time,
If to unbind with you, my love will be back from the start,
Everyone else would be blatantly crossing the lines;
An acceptance of your missing steps,
Near my bed where you used to lay,
Still I remained heartless but a trace of sobriety crept,
These sedated tears will be running in boundless, lonely days...
