I know there is that love connecting the lovers with purity and peace
I know there is that love different than we know unable to hate
Hovering in lust is the best way to pass the time
They awaken in a daze of magic air
No trace of blood no trace of tears
They sink into dark wishes
Could she ever love him so passionately if she never breathed the dust of hate
Could she ever falled into hate if she never dipped into the deepness of love
Is it so desirable to know these emotions? Where is hiding the innocence in all?
(Lonelieness, addiction, desire...)
He seizes her beauty and binds it on his lust
They sware their passion in chains of pain
Thrown in illusions of familiar charm
Their faces reflect their sins
She sways him in despising words
Though she knows her need in him
Love left them to deplore them
But they find HER again in their fear