Tired of calling you my beloved,

Though I shout this word inside my head.

For me, you are a fucking dog,

For you, I'm empty space, unseen, unfed.

How long can I keep thinking of you?

I can't even insult you right, it's true.

Who am I even lying to?

I'm ashamed to think bad things of you, I love you, all of you.

Every flaw, each tiny part, I hate them fiercely, yet I love you.

I love you so much, it's beyond dreams, not for you, not for me, not for anyone.

I myself don't quite grasp how long, how much, why I love you, my one.

Chorus: I love you, love you so much, I love you, love, love, love.

You are spring to me, the sea's waves, a tender blooming flower, but still,

Your thorns prick me to blood, please don't kill me, my love.

I could tell you of jealousy, drowning in which I cry,

Of hope for our "happy end," but I'll just say that I love you.

In short, you're great, and all that stuff,

No matter how many tears, hopes, desires have gone,

And I will love you for a very long time, but you probably don't care enough.