recalling the exasperating death;
being the time when my hope sounded last.
your return completes me in every breath-
As I endlessly wait for my recast.

the need for lost love in me does succumb;
this soulless being proves me meaningless.
now, I consider this evil serum:
nothing to lose without you to caress.

only in your object could I refrain,
for at thought of your touch the spell is cast-
this agonizing choice may stop the pain.
I will now express my passion at last:

present, without regrets I turn to clear-
forever, me, not my love will disappear.