It isn't fair.
Every day I meet her, the woman of my dreams
And every day I wish to tear off
A part of my soul to give to her.
The expat with the blue blue eyes
Who wishes ten more years on me
The short brown haired tweaker
Who lit up at a single smile
The blonde Argentine hostess
Starving for her home tongue
Every one of these souls
I wish to devote my life to
But I only have one life to give
And so in fear of giving it away wrongly
I keep it to myself, never knowing
What could be
What will be
What love is
But like a miser with his coins,
I have my stainless heart
To keep me warm at night
Now that I know no other heart
Ever will