I believe love is like a flower
and i was just the bower
Each and every one is different

And you, you were like the Aconitum
so inviting and warm
i was oblivious to the storm

at the first taste of your lips
there came an eclipse

i was living on your virus
because i mistook you as an iris
and when you left
you committed theft
and you stole what was left of my heart

and babe without you
the air is not as sweet
nor the fields as beautiful