But what is to be made of my heart when it sings? When my body needs to show you all the curves and lines of its thoughts? If I'm never able to peform again?
I cannot live like you. I cannot let you go knowing you're healthy and well. I wish to drown in your words, hear your innermost thoughts and have the image of you bound to me.
If you truly regard me as yours, I'll comdemn you for all of my life if we cannot be together.