L'amour Etroit

Don't fly low for me my dear love How could I've let go Of my nature of craving for your heart Our love is nothing but a mere blasphemy If you veer away from the stairway To the centre of his cross The strait is a gate and narrow is the way Two cannot walk abreast at a time Not at a time So through me to higher Through me to higher place Through me the wreckage of This quivering soul (But I fly for you my dear love) To the land unbeaten by invasion of gloom (How can I let go of my craving For your heart) Love me for I am the one who is leaving (I guess you loved me) Love me for I am the one who is leaving (I guess you loved me on the worst way) I guess you loved me And I loved you so