Wilderness

My heart 

Has become a wilderness. 

Cruel you 

Have become not to allow 

The Zephyr 

To carry your aroma 

And my heart fails 

To puff your love.

You have hornswoggled me 

And someone else 

Has the rights 

Over your aroma. 

Yes, 

Today I have made up my mind, 

I will throw 

Everything to oblivion 

From the cliff of the mountain. 

I will throw the umbrella 

That once had 

Given moments 

To lock our love. 

I will throw the memory 

That haunts 

Me every day.

I know 

You will never come, 

You will never cram 

The song of my love.