First word about the subject
So delicate at moment
Calls old wounds to re-open
Renews the pain and torment

The memories of moments
Misloved, mistimed, misplaced
They force me to remember
That I am not embraced

The first drops come in pairs
As couples of glass night crows
They fly down, hit the carpet
And then the real tide goes

Tears fall like rain of hellfire
That burns my painful eyes
And I can't lie about it
I love, no cheats, no lies

Love leaves no place for doubt
No "why should" and no "but"
Stop asking: "Am I loved?"
Love even if you're not!