Everything

Everything

How can I be proud 

if I am ashamed?

If love is a secret,

I’m keeping it so.

How can I have faith

if I am a sinner?

If love is a regret,

I am doomed to rue.

Still, the time goes on

and I live partially:

keeping one eye open,

sleeping one eye closed.

Noon until the night,

love hides from the bright.

Moon until dawn’s light,

love blooms out of sight.

How am I so vacant,

timid and self-betraying?

If love is everything,

I’ve everything to give.

Why am I so distant,

fickle and self-decaying?

Now I’ve given everything,

I’ll wait forever to receive.