He called me a gem,
He called me a treasure,
But am I really worth
The pain for the pleasure?
Sometimes I hide,
Sometimes I cheat
With an imaginary phantom
That stalks me in my sleep.
I secretly desire
His arms and his eyes,
But still I push away
With my thorns and my lies.
I say to him: please understand,
I'm afraid to get close,
Instead of jumping in,
I put only my toes.
My heart is nervous,
But I feel his grace,
My eyelids grow heavy
In his warm embrace.
Winter has vanished,
And where the frost once bloomed,
a new tide of spring
pours light into this empty room.
