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.