Room enough for Lovers?

In a room full of lovers,
I abstained to hide it.
Wrapped in all those nostalgic covers,
I refused to recite it.
I guess I already gave it enough,
Enough which couldn't move you.

They say my investment would return in some another form,
What would I do when my spring is gone?
However I don't care,
Who counts when it's unfair?
My ink won't run,
My feet won't turn.
Not that dead leaf you expect to burn.

I'll be a seed you don't need to water,
I'll bear fruits and you won't be their eater.
This end will end many times,
Many times, for it didn't start perfectly in a day.
Many times, because I still don't know what's enough for you.
I'll sit again in a room full of lovers,
Lovers who had enough.

-Shakti