No one took anything from anyone's heart.
I feel sweetness because we are apart.
I kiss you through hundreds
of separated miles, and broken promises.
Through a million broken hearts
Of long distance love poisons.
Through hundreds irrevocable years
Of a love at a distance.
My inner voice a piece discovers
In every minute of my existence.
What part of "immaterial us" I miss?
Cold moon, the bottle of red wine,
Never opened, unkissed lips,
And the autumn dry, flying leaves.