I suppose I love you twice
And I realize I hate you once.
Even I'm not sure
That I am really capable to hate you
But you can make me oscillate
Day by day
Between hatred and
The feeling called love
By you only
Until it will be almost impossible
To keep this feeling alive
And I can explain you
It is because
This breakable mechanism called love
Which normally starts from the souls
Didn't start within us from there
But from another secret place
Of our being
And I can explain
You see , our feeling consists
In fact
Completely of passion
And voluptuousness
So, if our love couldn't really start
How can be finished something
It didn't start?
In fact
Our feeling has two faces
Hatred and passion
But ,confusively as usual,
We try to call it love-woman
And love-man
In order to facilitate this meeting
We need
A lot of sap
The sap of... ***
The sap of... reason
The sap of ...introspection
And the sap of... lie
So you , woman- love-man,
Moreover, inter-twilight love
You have the fault
For not being capable to be born
I 'm not guilty as a woman
And you're not guilty as a man
When
The sap of..... goodness
The sap of...... trustingness
The sap of...... knowledge
And the sap of ..... faithfulness
Cannot flow
To the leaves of our souls
More especially our son
Who waites to be born
Is the most guilty.