Love makes you blind,
To see that it has no colour!
Love makes you mad,
To die for your lover, come what may!
If love is pure,
It sees through pain!
If love is virgin,
It can walk and fall like a baby!
My lover, we cry,
When love is not told!
My lover, we die,
When love is not loved!
You wet the roots,
To water a plant!
Your desire wets my skin,
To flood my heart with a love that's you!
To see that it has no colour!
Love makes you mad,
To die for your lover, come what may!
If love is pure,
It sees through pain!
If love is virgin,
It can walk and fall like a baby!
My lover, we cry,
When love is not told!
My lover, we die,
When love is not loved!
You wet the roots,
To water a plant!
Your desire wets my skin,
To flood my heart with a love that's you!
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