Yayla

Before you came for me, who carried your light, of love across the sea, they say it isn't you, in whispered prayers at night, do they know the truth, somewhere in my deceit, I lost all the signs, we're supposed to believe, even with that news, a power beyond my sight, I can never claim virtue, love's a bitter feed, it discerns and asks why, not something you can clean, wolves howl at the moon, words spoke ill at ease, some cloak an open tomb, broken call on my knees, won't you wait a while, if you would only see, love lights my smile.