Eve

When we make love
i feel it so deeply
when we make love i cry.
when you kiss my lips
they burn with fear
for even a love that crowns
may crucify.
in the cradle of creation
between the hand of love i died
and there you were
i was warmed
amidst the gaze of your eyes,
our minds wounded
by the need for understanding,
our bodies betrayed by time.
do you hear me
can you taste my pain
for love has no other desire
but to fulfill itself.
but to deny yourself the pleasure
of that pain
is to love selfishly.
the album bitter is now completed.