People always ask me about YOU in my poems.
They say you must be very lucky for I love you endlessly.
I wonder how can anyone be so blind.
Cursed I am and so is my love!
I know I'm mean, for I still love people.
And loving YOU overall, makes me selfish enough.
I'm sorry to love you endlessly.
I'm sorry to make you cursed.
But what can I do?
You love me, you love my curse.
It's you who made me love you,
you who made me curse you.
What can we do?
"Love can never be undone".
And my curse, it's increasing with my limitless love.
I'm sorry to destroy all the limits.
I'm sorry for this insanity.
How can we be so lucky and unlucky at the same time?
I love you, I curse you.
Cursed by my love, you still love me.