Say that not dar­ling 
That my love for thee be doomed
In its birth in the foggy ashes of the mind
Where sol­diers of for­tune 
Call killing a divine duty to God
Before its time to tango with thine gold
Of thine feisty fierce moon-personed heart

See me not as the wrong one
For I wronged thee none
Even if behind a tree down
On my knees with a machine gun
Squint­ing to focus a la East­wood 
At the blurred fig­ure in the foggy for­est
A foe, a friend, an endear­ing one
Endur­ing the flame of pain
I with­out a mercy dare fin­ger the trig­ger
And hear my heart hurt with his thud-fall
The light of his soul tak­ing aflight in vapor’s Dove
Before a look, a smile, a hug - 
In a chaste embrace to honor love

I see a red color as a favorite for a few
And a mis­ery for many
I die a lit­tle every day with­out falling
Only rea­son I still stand is you — the thought of you
Dar­ling your love, the foun­tain won­der of life
Keeps me steady in my unsteadi­ness
And a burn­ing can­dle in my cave of dark­ness
I sleep now
In the embrace of thou­sand years
In the divine cave of seven lifetimes