My Will

I will go round and go round,
Till I am dizzy with your thoughts,
And I feel like the groggy frog
Each brick of whose well is you.

I will run and I will run,
Till I am thirsting for a breath
And in doing so feel alike to
When you tired me out with love.

I will write and I will write,
Till I fill everything with words
And of these words that you said
Make a tomb of memories.

I will sing and I will sing,
Till I swoon to welcoming Death
And meet with you my only love
On the better side of life.