Existing Here Without You

Existing here without you is a loss Of life, closed in the darkness where the sun Once shined, like a hyacinth flower in A harsh storm's rage, without you, my soul feels too much alone. Without your touch, the world Is as cold as ice, no warmth from your smile Whose zenith shone afar, I had seen the stars In your eyes, those stained glass panes of life in Your lovely face. But when I see myself . . . life Ignites a fire, from nothingness I rise With you, and see myself in perfect ways, A volcanic upshoot of flames, a moth, And so, because of you, I am alive; Our love forever will pervade this world.