Were I the vase that was created to wait for you, and to embrace the entire you in God's hand, as my heart carved in fate to welcome, to fall into and to fit you Were I the vase that held your lively vein Perhaps, so you could blossom in radiance in heaven's earth, as my heart fused with your main in the water of the reborn innocence Were I the vase that refused to let go
as you turned away and vanished in the air in hell's hollow, as my heart lost its glow
broke into pieces and totally despair
Joy before, sorrow after, ever part? For you've long been implanted in my heart
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