When I was lost and lonely
and broken hearted you gifted me wings of love
With a soothing heart you made me
fly;
But was all this love of ours born only
to be crucified?
Now that the nails dig into my
rotting flesh
Don’t you feel the pain too?
You have kindled the fire of love
in my soul
But don’t you too the feel the
heat when my heart is burning?
Now in this living hell of life
What will I do without you!
Oh beloved of mine! What will I
do?
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