I cease my speech,
So you may start speaking.

I step aside,
So you may pass by.

I withdraw from strife,
So you may let me go.

You are the present, I'm the credit,
I am the one with sealed lips.

You are the passion, I am the poem,
A lover with sealed lips.

You are the city, I am the path,
A traveler with a heavy heart.

A whisper to my ear,
You've taken my mind and senses.

You are the burning, I am the melody,
The very fabric of my being.

You are the excitement, I am the spark,
My body burnt by your fire.

Why not draw the flame?
I am the half-burnt harvest.

Your love lies in wait for me,
Your love has taken my faith.

You are the guide, you are the reason,
I am the outcast, the exiled.

You are the color, you are the brush,
I am your design and decoration.

You are good, you are bad,
I am left with your deeds.

Why not reveal yourself?
I am your mirror bearer.

You are the secret, you are the mystery,
You are the confidant of my secret.

I won't start speaking,
Until you respond to me.