The pen sliding
around the corner is a conscious realization
of what
relates to the forms of life.
Thank you.
You are the remedy to my trouble.
You are the trouble.
This longing has killed me.
You are my trouble,
you are my trouble.
Enough,
my rose,
come back.
You are the remedy to my trouble.
My sweet tongue,
my sweet words.
You are my trouble,
you are my trouble.
I will die for you.
You are the remedy to my trouble.
I am troubled by your love.
You are my trouble,
you are my trouble.
Who can stand this longing?
You are the remedy to my trouble.
You are my trouble,
you are my trouble.
Who can stand this longing?
You are the remedy to my trouble.
You are my trouble,
you are my trouble.
Who can stand this longing?
You are the remedy to my trouble.
Who can stand this longing?