In the beginning, there was just you and me
distracted by our love
to me you, looked like just my wish
of that which, in mind, I would want, to become part of
time I did not understand
distracted by your beauty
and my misunderstand
but this in time passed me by like
winds in a storm
@ that time I knew, time had past on, and the rose of high romance died
Do not look
@ me now
as I am shaking here
but in the story of time
this thing here
is just like stock
in some old battle field Of what now I can tell.

Is not LoVe