I'm choking on the wait of my love's release
My heart's present made a pensive beast
The thoughts of you animates my sleeps
You're the distant aspiration my story keeps
And unless I hear the sound of your voice I crave
There will grow tormented flowers above my grave
Though birds charm another with the sound they make
In your present they sing solely to stay awake
As they know that your irridescent eyes
Project the dreams that heaven left aside