You, Above All

When you once shed a tear for me

You say you feel you fear you love me

Once I tell you of all the sorrows because of you

You say you feel I should refrain from you

You say too much is unacceptable.

I believe you hurt me too much

You are true and my love unmistakable

‘Too much love’ you say-there is nothing as such.

Not many feel the soothing warmth of the moon.

Beside you, I feel the world will be ours soon

The ones who wouldn’t feel,

Are they the ones who are real?

Are my dreams immaterial?

Do you feel?

Pain does make me grow.

I do bear unlimited sorrow.

So much that I sometimes wonder

If my love is not for the goddess of thunder/

As you walk silently past my door,

My heart remains brimmed with tears,

And follows your soul without fears.

And is trampled by your sole even more.

The cold pale moon gives me warmth.

Your warm crimson heart,

More hurt.

Still I choose to love you and not cry for the moon.

I know your tear will be dry soon.

I will love, get hurt, and grow again.

You will be my happiness, yet my pain.

My innocent heart will suffer, and sustain.

If you’ll be happy, I will refrain.

I will love, though I die again and again.