BECAUSE:

I filled your empty glass, because I loved you full,

I made your jacket with love, from the finest wool,

Because I loved you, I filled your fine china plate,

Thinking way back then, that you were my fate.

Your feather bed I made, with love & passion wide,

And my womb I filled, with your wanted dear child,

Because I loved you dearly, I kept your warm hearth,

Thinking way back then, that it was my destiny´s path.

I ask now, is it so wrong to realize, with such aching pain,

That down this wending long path, I´ll never walk again?

Down empty corridors of my giving, I have nothing more,

And it´s because I loved you, that I now walk out of the door.