The thinker thinks,
And the lover loves

He reads and reads all day.
She holds his hand and guides his way

He struggles with doubts
She shows him the loving routes

He contemplates the meaning of things
Her voice stills his thoughts, as it beautifully sings

He thinks life a puzzle to be solved
She shows him that around love it has always revolved

He tries to find purpose in mendacity
She comforts him with a compassionate voracity

He now knows that he may know less
She tells him not to worry and help her zip her dress