Everything else is an imposition.

Except you

Every love is a burden

Except yours

No matter how sweet it is…..

You mark the purport of my existence

And this is not a pointless

Statement of a sick love

We have met before and

You have given me

Something I could

Never return

Remember it, remember it.

The life we had

The life in which we had ourselves

You lived the way you should have

But died the way you shouldn't have

My womb will never bear

A gift like you, a blessing

It will as I am

Completely aware, produce brats

Who are born rotten

Brats whom I would never love

You were always an outsider

And you should always be

That's where we derive

Our strength from

Just the thought of you

Adds nobility to my life

And serenity to my mind

If I could ask him one thing

Before it ends

It is to let me have

You and relive the

Moments in which we

Shouldn't have separated

This is a true confession, darling.

Rest in peace. till we meet again

Au revoir.