Sweet Suffering

Do you know what’s sad?

That I love you, and they say it’s not true

That I await your call,

Hoping you’d love me too

Tell me,have you ever had this feel,

that you became a poet, full of mood but not of skill.

Have you ever been made to wonder,

why exists this melancholy of loving one,so obsessively

Why this bitter,tense and coarse feeling

seems actually rather sweet to suffer

This idol I have molded in my heart, of you,

let me adorn it, let me make it mine.

But, do you know what’s the saddest thing of all?

That I love you, and you don’t even know I do