It Is My Extent

I want to touch your soft rosy lips I want to burn in the fire of love Let me lost in the dark of locks It is my extent of self destruction My tears make the dew feel shy The rivers all stop to see my eyes I cannot explain reason of gloom It is my extent of silent obligation I myself invited my sorrow here And fed her on my innocent heart Blows of envy wounded my soul It is my extent of painful decision Leaves of joy have fallen in dust Blows of grief have raised storm Gardener himself watered poison It is my extent of living in desert