with all my senses i loved you and with it all i'll die

oh my pessimistic birthday card..
why are you denying us..
denying a love behind that hand writing..
why are you collecting that passion..
hiding it between the words..
why your smell is fading..
is there a place for an imaginary lover?
old lovers took their memories with them,.
but yours forgot you with me..
so let me adore that hand writing..
abandon words and promises ..
crying for us.. and for themselves..
they seemed so true ..
but they found out their fake tasteless meaning..
and now they feel ashamed..
they beg me not to read anymore..
oh my sweet words.. I believed you dont worry
and I still read you every night..
you ment the world for me ..
just stop fading and stay with me..
I need to feel that love again..
i buried that anger inside me..
instead I Planted hills of love..
insulted love hiding behind a satisfied smile..
for days I kept my silence ..
and for years ill keep myself down..
white flowers tuned bloody red..
thats not the color of love ..
thats the color of death.. becouse of love..
and all my white flowers died..
and am not asking for more..
with all my senses i loved you and with it all i'll die my love