You said: "Eight flaws will follow My halfhearted sorrow And deepen in me. What you see Is a dervish agitated With love unrequited Like a burning sea." And I pled: "If pillow talks are ephemeral, The friend in me is eternal, So don't leave me. My love, please. Pain with you is savored, Your mouth is coffee flavored - My dependency." You wailed: "I'll be your wisdom's seeder, I'll be your art's feeder, I have to flee." And I wept: "I want you to remember, I'll fan this lonely ember till it dies in me." How white should this darkness be? How white should this darkness be? How white should this darkness be? How white should this darkness be? How white should this darkness be? How white should this darkness be?