I said Id be your lover.

You laughed at what I said.

I lost my job forever.

I was counted with the dead.



I swept the marble chambers,

But you sent me down below.

You kept me from believing

Until you let me know:



That I am not the one who loves C

Its love that seizes me.

When hatred with his package comes,

You forbid delivery.



And when the hunger for your touch

Rises from the hunger,

You whisper, ";You have loved enough,

Now let me be the Lover.";



I swept the marble chambers,

But you sent me down below.

You kept me from believing

Until you let me know:



That I am not the one who loves C

Its love that chooses me.

When hatred with his package comes,

You forbid delivery.



And when the hunger for your touch

Rises from the hunger . . .