Bittersweet

I was the

Now I am sober

There is only the hangover

And the memory of love

And only the sorrow

And my love says

Look at me and hear me

Come let

And your moonlight too

I am your flower garden

And your water too

I have come all this way eager for you

Without shoes or shaw

Have to kill all your worries

To love you to nourish you

Oh sweet bitterness

I will soothe you and

I will bring you roses

Filled with thorns