Much is that strong desire
That through love, many aspire.
Here onto the silk tainted
The fuel that none but lust painted.

Halt! It doesn't have to be that way,
Let the truth mark its stay.
Need not to divulge on lavish evil,
Step into the light that your dark peril.

You don’t have to resort to such nonsense;
Don’t listen to this world’s “it depends.”
That gray line cease to exist,
Like the rose under the rain of mist.