I am a thief who stole your heart.
Don’t run away, my serf. It’s useless.
I wont restore the biggest part
Of love to me. I used to violence.
I took your colors. Made them bright.
I turned you down just to show
New look at love with morning light
Which’ s so clear, shines so.
I stole your soul. Who’s ashamed?
I made your bad with orchids cover.
And I contrived to touch, to name
The lodestar for you, my lover.
I ate your brain. Are you alive?
I leaved a blot on pure heaven.
But to my crime, please, open wide
Your eyes. My love was so even.