Calling to mind, my hands had lost their touch
Never felt his skin nor heart
His breath against my neck with a hundred butterflies
Lying in ambush from far

My heart I called to mind -
Thinking that he this woe on me had brought
His scent with a letter, makes my soul reach for more
No pain, but his presence might hurt

Yet, when I saw that love takes time
I let time run through me
And I loved myself, since myself loved you