How selfish am I in our love story!
How selfish indeed!
Caring solely to have my pain soothed,
My barren desert filled with your warmth
My freezing hideaway turned into tropical resorts
And my sad violin tune turned into an angelic pulse!
Pray, how selfish indeed am I,
Cry I to the Gods when the pain becomes too burdensome
Seek I their refuge, wanting to shed off my mortal body
And return to them, safe and sound,
While you, Love,
You, keep toiling, to the extent of wasting yourself
Even if you heed me at times
And ignore me at others!
Pray, my selfishness allows me not to think clearly
Instead of seeing only myself
I should, rather, care to pray to the Gods
To have you awakened so that you do follow
Their tunes, without questioning
So that your soul be saved from the madness of this world,
Madness, which I can guess, has taken over your senses
To the extent of having you care only
For its illusory games
Caring so deeply that you open not your auras
To receive the boons, the blessings and the guidance of the Gods!
Pray, is it all about love?
To be selfishly in love is to be genuinely in love?
Should I simply learn to forsake myself
To care only about your well being?