I’m like a mill,
She’s like the wind.
I cannot live
without Her breath.
I’m like a lake,
She’s like the rain.
I cannot be
without Her tears.
She’s making me believe.
I’m like a flame,
She’s like the shame.
I can’t touch Her,
’cause She could burn.
I’m like a night,
She’s like the day.
We cannot meet.
We have our turns…
But She’s making me believe.
She’s still…