After many unsuccessful tries,
soaked in a love crisis,
you broke our ties,
as I couldn’t behave more nicely.
I showered unconditional love
on my white-feathered dove,
yet you wanted to move so fast,
like an arrow from a bow, flying past.
I know my pathetic excuses
left you with unexplained bruises.
You didn’t want to seek a truce with me,
and now I see—it was the end of our lovely cruise at sea.
Dying inside, I wonder:
Is there any last dose of love you can still provide?
I’m sure that someday you’ll understand.
I’ll be here, waiting with hope by my side,
because our love is a thrilling ride.
I am running out of luck, I felt like a pup
hit by a speeding truck.
My heart turned into dead pulp,
but I still want you to be
the coffee in my cup,
lifting my low spirits to soar.
I promise, one day,
we’ll stand together,
holding hands before the priest and others.
We’ll be hitched in the name of love,
by this coming summer.