Love… Flawless each time passing,
Torn each time gone.
Ardour, elation…does it embark on you;
But its finale in ire and woe.
Questioned have you ever this amour?
Recognizable! The key you will find not.
Your key, try to fathom not,
Its intricacy can make you forlorn.
The warmth, it is you needn’t part with
For uphold you it will.
