I breathe with the help of love,
I pray with the help of love,
You breathe only with pain, dove
Of my life. My pain, dove...
I breathe with the help of love, especially if
I'm looking for the answers
To the questions of honour. Grief
Has captured the love of the verse writer...
With separation do I breathe,
I'm looking for flattery in the disuniting,
But your honour is a guarantee, believe,
That there will be reuniting...
I inbreathe bitterness - my fate,
Bitterness smells like bane,
Till midnight do I wait,
You singe with the gaze - not in wane...
With the help of zealousness do I breathe,
I in zealousness see
Ten dreams and a fall deep
Into realm of grief. You are more akin...
I breathe with the help of kindness,
I will in love take shelter,
You will go to new darkness,
I will wash my face with it better...