Sore Love

As dry as the earth,
As hot as the sun,
As deep as the ocean,
As simple as death,
As tough as life,
As free as a bird in the sky,
Is the sound of your name in my ears.

It’s sweet yet bitter,
Your face is the embodiment of peace yet it radiates war,
Like the Statue of Liberty you’re a gift but of no utility.

But as a new born baby clings to the breasts of his mother,
I still cling on to your sore love,
But yet for you I breed death,
That which will be our end.