Literature
Gloomy Valentine
If by chance you see me cry,
please, my love, don't wipe my eye.
Rather lick my tears and taste them,
otherwise I'd only waste them.
This is how you'll find me,
my gloomy Valentine.
If you're with me when I'm dying,
become the coffin that I lie in
and the ground in which I'm rotting.
Be there, when I turn to nothing.
This is how you'll find me,
my gloomy Valentine.
And if you ever think I disappeared,
you'd be wrong, I'm always here.
Just close your eyes
and this is how you'll find me.
But only if you will be mine.
Be my gloomy Valentine.