When you'll come close to me, don't trace my lips, Or smudge my lipstick, Instead look straight into my eyes, Let the fanatic fiends dance freely, In your two orbs, reflecting in my own.
When you'll come here to me, Don't sing love songs to me, or the tender poems of affection, Instead, Write a poetry describing my demons, And recite me tales of your ephialtus, Singing tunes of loathing and regret.
When you'll come close to me, Don't bring old wine and a delicate chalice, Instead concoct your pains and tears, Sprinkle it with hate, Bring it close to me, And let us share one by one, Drinking the tortures together.
When you'll come close to me, Don't tell me you love me, Instead, Tell me more of hate, Let your distressed eyes, Exhale all the fears, And become exhausted of all loathe,
Only then, I'll see me in your tender eyes, Carress your cheek, fondling over your lips, And then I'll kiss you most gently, Finally ,knowing that we are in love.