The spinning, the pretty patterns in your eyes...
Why are you trying to use them on me? ? ? ?
You said you loved me, you said you cared;
Then why are you trying to use your powers against me? ? ? ?
Your eyes are spirals of blue and green...
So pretty, so easy to fall trap to...
You always said that you wouldn't use them against me;
That you would use them only for the benefit of the others...
All I want to know is what has changed? ? ? ?
Do you still love me? ? ? ?
These days I still wonder do you still love me behond the grave? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem