I'm so tired, my love.
I just can't stand the pain anymore.
I have to rest my legs before they break.
I have to rest my mind so I could think clearly.
I have to rest my heart in order to learn to love you
again.
I have to rest my eyes before I see you for the last time.
The wind strokes your hair in such beautiful and gentle
moves.
The fire from the fireplace is mirrored in your eyes,
jumping from one eye to the other.
My heart stands still when you take your shirt off,
bra-less.
You lay on the bed next to me, relaxes your head on me chest
and begins to cry quietly.
Don't cry, my love.
Our love will live once again if both of us are'nt dead by
then.