#11 midnightoil.exe

The lamp is dry,
moon has grown bored,
of glowing upon me,
helping me hunt words,
to describe your beauty,
it is impossible,
because no such word exists,

I will not stop,
even if all of the dictionary be banished,
I will keep on looking,
even if all of the mouth turns mute,
I will keep searching,
even if Death offers me coffee,


if only you could see what I see,
your insecurity,
would be just another silly thing,
you need no mirror,
mirror holds no feelings,

but I do.