One Thousand

One thousand days, a thousand nights
One thousand days, a thousand fights

Fighting, but in a different manner
Not fighting, it’s feeling each other

Headstrong on both sides
Yet the weaker fails,
When he looks into your eyes

No victory can make up for
The loss of one that I adore

So faults drift away from me
Perfection is all I see

This is not a lament for pain,
It is praise for what I have gained