Loving, loving, loving,…
as one more person
you are including,
what's hers will hurt
and nothing else will interest you.
It's like a wonder,
that may come or not,
when, nobody knows!
Is it more pleasant or frustrating?
You can't preserve it or prevent it.
With love, you feel care,
without love, you miss her.
You want the best for her
even when you left,
like a gentleman,
because you want to love,
again, again, again!…