Wonder If It Is Love

Once sparkling eyes never know tranquility,
Searching of you in the empty streets
Of The city that never sleeps,
Just as I won't sleep this night.
I'm a slave of my own devotion,
Sinking in tender warmth,
Falling into your arms...
But it's just in my swollen mind.

I keep thinking if it is love,
And I wonder if love has brakes.
No way! Even if it had,
Now and then would still be too late.
I'm a prisoner of my pride
That's dissolved in your skin's sweet scent.
I could draw you if I was blind -
It's your face that I can't forget.

A calm ocean and a shore -
That is what we once used to be:
Always close, though never whole,
Now you hardly remember me.
And my life is a damned card game,
Just a patience that's in your hands.
But you simply refuse to play.
Well, you choose, as you have this strength.