Canción de Amor

Of all the paths
To explore
None, none, none...

Of all the beauties
To wither
None, none, none...

None that stirred my grotesque
So deep that it burned.
None was able to understand
This equation I posed.

I'm drawn to the looks
That want to touch me,
I vanish, I accept it,
I swear.

Of all the miracles
Only one remains
And that one...

From each spring
A wooden moon emerges whole.

The gentle intrusion,
The sweet sensation in the mouth,
The most common thing,
The only question that matters.

Some sensations
Cannot be told
They're not inside, I'm sorry.
That's why sometimes
I can't sleep when I should
And it hurts me.

And I end up lagging behind the schedule
Of people who are normal.

The simple brevity,
The short duration of a kiss,
The sweet awakening
Of all the dead senses.

The gentle perversion
The eternal duration of the verse
The sweet awakening
Of all the dead senses
Of all your dead senses

Of all the songs
That are yet to be sung...