The emotions are too numb to be true,
The lust is too real to be love,
The thoughts are perplexed,
The energy is drained.
The recognition of my feelings,
The acknowledgment of my words,
I beg your pardon in states of despair,
I long for your affection when I’m unaware.
I listen to the birds chirping in the garden;
The lush green grass, the swaying sunflowers,
What is that you want from me baby?
What is that your heart yearns for?
My name on your lips or sweet whispers in your ears,
The long-lost attention or the fears of my nation,
For My heart is wrenched, my body is clenched.