And Yet They Make Me Warm - Blog Posts

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

This glow on your face,

it's the fault of my eyes...

...they don't move away from it.

What should I do?

It hurts like a pressed nerve,

grows like a disease...

...captures the heart and mind.

What should I do?

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

The heart says something

but does something else.

And it doesn't understand

any amount of pressure I put on it.

You owned my thoughts back then,

but now my heart is your slave.

Since the moment the heart became

your slave, it describes the soul.

Says, (the soul) keeps flying,

and salutes young love.

Then why does this pain keeps coming up...

...heart wants to go far...

...like a poison it starts to suffocate,

what should I do?

Sometimes it feels like

giving everything I own...

...sometimes I feel like giving up

the friend himself...

...to all these questions of the heart,

what answers do I give?

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

“Take Me To Church” by Azra T.