Spire of Love..

Are you in agonize of thinking of your past...

Know, you got a precious one, but didn't last...

Which stepped to your mind.. and settled there...

Opening the flap of your heart.. entered there..

Enthroned as a goddes, in your shrine...

She pleased you... and thought as mine..

Becoming a priest.. flowered here..

Pleased.. in elation as you got her...

Thought... you are the luckiest one...

Becoming selfish.. let it be your own..

Congested the door... never unwraped..

But becoming a flame.. she vanished...

Still you are in a vision of ectacy..

Consiously live in that fantacy...