If love is a wound
who opens the knife
It would be nice if he came.
from your own hand.
If the embrace is fire
my world to burn,
I would only want you.
to come and light it.
If they kill like swords
your beautiful eyes,
I wish you were looking at me.
even though you tore me to pieces.
If love is sorrow
which has no end,
Love me, I have a heart.
that can withstand everything.
If you are death,
smiting with a sickle,
I got dressed and I'm waiting for you.
with a wedding dress.
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