“Beneath your windowsill, I stood collecting your tears.
Those diamonds were precious to me alone over these years.
Now he came and robbed you off your luxury;
Did I not tell you that all men are not Me?
I am not them. “
“I cry because of you; wringing the pearls off my smile,
What pleasure do you gain?
Daisies bleed tiny red droplets of tears
And I alone see their weary wars.
Bees, like you, wasted the flowers
Leaving nothing but empty advices.”
I walk to and fro from one to the other;
Like walking two worlds, light years apart.
It rained, it froze, it burnt, it bloomed;
I alone walked this earth bleeding salt and water .
