[written in Paris, France]
anew is this life I have,
so fresh to be with you,
the air of mystique invigorates,
scents of new flowers waft about me,
gray days turn golden bright,
each step one further in the mystery,
which unravels before me,
with every beat of your heart,
strange new blood pulses inside,
feelings so lovely and so rich.
a day further now is the same,
it's all so old and barren,
still the same yet a lifeless expanse,
I see no more flowers blooming,
maybe they were never there,
your heart beats now limply,
not even pushing contentment in me,
all is lost yet nothing has gone,
familiar old blood pulses inside,
feelings so useless and so flat.