I'm here in the quicksand of my love, Sinking under because of my attachment, I just can't seem to practice detachment, You took the stars and made them into words, Whispered them straight to my heart, Exclaimed them to my spirit, Insisting you meant them, It appears I've been abandoned, On a desert island, Without severance nor the reverence I deserve, My devotion is causing me commotion, Trapped in my desire to be enough, Damn it's tough, So rough to be forgotten, Like the words written by you started rotting