Agápē.

i fell in love in the season of Cancer

And i found myself at 3AM, drowning in late night poetry
and you were there in my mind; i saw your smiling through every stanza
a new question with every answer
i fell in love in the season of Cancer
and by Autumn i'm feeling cold; crying of our memory in the arms of a forgotten dancer

i often think about the days i lost my mind
i never felt so raw and alive
nothing to lose for i lost it all to you
for i cried when the sun set
and i regret the day it rose
i fell in love in the season of Cancer
and by Autumn i'm feeling cold; crying of our memory in the arms of a forgotten dancer