The departure of love

Your tears cut my heart smooth
I put my palms against your pale face
Seen the fear of losing your breath
Your breath flowing in my breath

Steal your hair with the softness of the night wind
Feels vibration fused at the end of the fingers
Unable to resist the turmoil of love
An abundance of night-time nuances that are not endless

I will not leave your heart to be grieved
Has been pledged to the depth of conscience
Will join the turmoil of love in pain
Even though the power of the night was about to conjure ..