I do not love you as if you were gold or topaz
Or the air of carnations that the fire shoots off
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
Between the shadow and soul
Is it because I know no other way than this?
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand
So close that when you close your eyes I fall asleep
who am to need you when I'm down
and where are you when I need you around
who am I to ask you why to tell you no
to deserve your love and sympathy
you were never meant to belong to me
and as we are we'll be again to mold like clay
to break like dirt to tear me up in your sympathy
you were never meant to belong to me
and I know you won't leave to many years built into memories
your life is not your own....
