…
I am not lonely.
I am just fond of imagining you.
I prick my heart with the thought of you
and it bleeds ,
but only a bit.
Enough to show that it is alive.
Enough to tell me to go on.
It beats for you
and bleeds for me.
That is how fair my love is.
And this is why you’ll always win.
it rains in my heart 