From Begining To End Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Even in a world with no one else
I incline to belive that I'd still
feel cold, I'd still have rain
in my heart, and you'd still
hide your face from me, in your castle of leaves.

I'm dreaming you too much,
wasting my heart on you,
being a fool for you, but my love,
if you've wiped me from your paintings,
like a mistake, then I'll erase you too
from all of my poems, for you are not wort
the ink I spill, the hours I waste
or the dreams I kill.

Remain there, with your past,
and you will find what you are looking for,
another brave man to break your heart,
from begining to end.