Breathless, as you have me,
I shall be nothing more
Than the cry of a banshee
Who hasn't keened for a lover before.

Don't ask if you don't understand
Whose death it is. Don't be afraid.
Love me anyway, dear wonderland,
Who doesn't sing, but paint the serenade.

Paint your music, speak your colours,
But let me taste your movements.
Go safely now, tell your brothers
You and I play with dangerous amusaments.

Twin souls Yin and Yang have always been.
I, in love with all, attached to nothing,
A different replica of what has not been foreseen.
And you, in love with none, attached to everything.

Yes, I pray for the burns your fingers make on my skin.
And Oh, how I pray for the moments in between,
When you force my eyes into yours, force them open to your love.
And when it smashes into mine, the banshee's cry it can easily shove.

You have always known me, haven't you?

There, I'm yours now.
Breathless, as you have me.