You told me I had yet to learn love. But was it really me?
Was it a fault for my heart to beat to the rhythm of your breath?
Was it a mistake to run blindly through the labyrinth of your words?
Did I jump to fast into the ocean of your arms?
And lost my self in the seducing touch of your mouth?
I dwelt over this questions for far too long, gave your doubts and your outbursts time to rot in my chest.
And I learnt from the bitter taste, it is you who has yet to learn how to accept a love as intense as mine.