Love Me!

Love me! You who has nocked the doors of my wounded heart Love me! For your sake I believed in love once again Love me! O, man who has conviced me that the men also cry I Say, I love you And I know you're sinking for her love I ask you! Love me! And I know that your heart on the path of her love is a martyr I say! Love me! And I know that your heart from the ache of her love is bleeding You the man who, does not sleep, Yet, does not wake up Until he takes his pen and Immerses it in his own blood, To write on the pages of his wounded heart The pain of his love every single day To start his day, over and over again Everyday!