I dont know yet i love
Thou the many I dont
I think i like it so far.

The poor affair apart
romance i am told of.

I dont believe a word
Yet i trust like the only
What left from our kind.

Through the grapevine
second hands to hold.

Dont bother me to reason
proud as the livin heart  
knows less to be more.

I will take my time now
To grow old and wise.

I dont know yet i love
The whisper of a voice
Always taking my side