Love is the fatal drink of life…
Love is the sweetest poison ever drank…
For ounce affected by it, we are never free from its grasp

I stand here alone
With no one in sight
I stand here and scream
With all of my might

The sky opens up
For a moment or two
I look up and gaze
At the stars in my view

This figure before me…
This person I don’t know…
Following my every move, he stands there staring.
His eyes are on me, his lips part and he says,

“Who the f*** do you think you are?

A boy of six sits at his table,
Asking his mom the meaning of love.
She looks and smiles, and simply answers
“It the greatest gift from God above.”
The boy keeps this in mind,

God sat down at the bar,
raised his hand for the tender, who asked,

“What’ll it be?”

God stroked his long, bushy beard
and ran his fingers through his messy, tangled white hair.

Oh dearest my love swear it. Be mine and mine alone.
Look into my eyes, the gateway to my soul and there…
You shall see my tender, warm, and affectionate feelings for you.