Survival!

Youth is gone waiting for love's arrival!

Nobody arrived when there was a chance of survival!

for me, a broken wing migrant dove

your love is the last hope of revival!

my life's last event will end, then

like an act that looks suicidal!

the more I live, the more I know

for me, your eyes are so vital!

what occurs if you change your mind?

what happens if you look a bit bridal?

Slaying love is our age's art!

Only death leads my feelings to a final!

Youth is gone waiting for love's arrival!

Nobody arrived when there was a chance of survival!