If I was told your words are cruel,
And every phrase will make me cry,
I'd give up every single jewel
To pay for staying near by.

If I was told your gaze is scalding
And I will get incinerated,
I'd stand before you slowly melting
And praise the god that it was granted.

If I was told your hands are painful
And every touch will leave a bruise,
For holding hands I would be grateful
And by your hugs I'd be amused.

If I was told that dreadful poison
Is being hid between your lips,
I'd kissed and hoped to count dozen
Or ten before I'll stop to breathe.

2010