Let me at first sight split in your eyes
To see the look you will wear in your face.
Let me seize foods and fruits from your gullet
For three morning and night
To see your mood in this condition
Let me empty your purse to water and sands
To look up to your disdain temper of insatiable.
Let me pressurise you under the sun
To see how vengeance discomfort your heart will beat
Let me knife you a wound in your body
To witness your impatient state.
Let me axed your wound
To hear what your mouth will pronounce.
Will it upon this torture and treatment
Withstand to sonorously call her name?
Or will it renounce her name to a worthless measurement?
Endless is a love that never resist all odd;
Fall-out is a weakling love
Which waits only in all good accord.