If I Could...

If I could take a thing,

I'd take away your sadness.

If I could give of me,

I'd grant you joyful moments.

If I could take steps back,

I'd go to times before I failed.

At that time we were too pure

for the ugly daily lies.

If I could say a word,

I'd directly sing to you.

If I could dream of love,

I'd kiss you on the lips

of scarlet flames.

If I could breathe in air,

I'd suffocate in your cologne

but I am restful, dead, and cold.

Forgive me, dear Love...

Автор: Деница Борисова