Not My Price to Pay
Lilies had bowed down to you,
in my beautiful world of light.
Each stormy night held you close,
each sunny day took you away.
Too late I had found your lie,
causing us an earthquake.
My eyes were blinded,
but my heart covered in tears.
Eidelweiss reminded me of
my lovely light without your sin.
Get rid of this promise ring I shall,
and your sin is not my price to pay.
Only I have risen up to hear my music,
and I need not have you hold me back.
This poem is about:
Me