Stillborn Love

Your name is magic and yet at the same time it is tragic.

I can't understand logic in our complicated romantic

flavor of saying your name tastes like ice cream in

my mouth in which increases my chances to remain a youth

forever. All I'm living for is to find favor with you. All I'm living for is to

be your savior for only just one hour before I can give you pain

and you can pour out your river of tears upon my head in the form of rain.

I can't fight this feeling, falling in love with you because you have made me

to see the light. Your body is a carriage that drives my dying heartbroken soul

to its resting place. Confused, I watch you miscarry my love knowing your love for

me just like a stillborn baby was dying dream all along.