Struck کے بول

I've been having wicked thoughts Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel, Imagining I stood high on a ledge And fell just out of the reach of you; Just then, we are together alone As I fall, you look up- Looking for all the world like for once It was you, not me, who had been struck. Should I love you more than I do? Or pray to love you less? Or learn to live with the little you give Believing it all for the best? Will I ever see your heart Open wide and your eyes shut- Looking for all the world like for once It was you, not me, who had been struck. The trees are angry, toss in the wind Devour small planes going by, Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves Down around us where we lie; I hear your uneasy breath As you stir but don't wake up, Looking for all the world like for once It was you, not me, who had been struck