If this be love, then let it die,
For hearts were meant to revel,
But when the pain makes you cry,
You might be with the devil.

If everytime I call your name,
Your ears are full of butter,
My mind feels like it is insane,
Are there still words to utter?

When all my passion melts like snow,
Then you might like to see another,
For one-way street love this  I know,
Means you must love some other.

If this our last day goes away,
Will you still keep my knowing?
For all the wasted time and day,
Should I have been now going?

When love is just a word we say,
Will you go randomly leaving?
For there are still the many ways,
Are we so tired of grieving?