Love is a pain without a wound,
An endless cry with no sound.
Love is to serve those who win,
Having loyalty to those who kill,
Yet in their contact, we find what fulfill.
Love, the torment and the bliss,
A prisoner chain, a fleeting kiss,
A riddle of hearts, forever untold,
The warmest fire, the coldest cold.
An endless cry with no sound.
Love is to serve those who win,
Having loyalty to those who kill,
Yet in their contact, we find what fulfill.
Love, the torment and the bliss,
A prisoner chain, a fleeting kiss,
A riddle of hearts, forever untold,
The warmest fire, the coldest cold.
