And this is love, It has a special smell, A flower born in hell Created in our hearts.

And this is love, That breaks our lives again, No telling lies, my friend, Lies tear love apart.

And this is hope, To touch your hand with mine, To let you know the line Created just for you.

And this is happiness, To know you more or less, To share with you my mess Created just for you.

And this is pain, Not having you with me, The morning I can feel, The evening I can share.

And this is love again, No fear, what remains? It’s living in my veins, It’s you for whom I care.

And this is truth, You know it is, you do, I hope you feel it too, Or it’ll be a nightmare.

And it’ll be pain again. Too late. And what a hell. I’ll die to feel that smell It’s in my heart, right there.

(c) Arafel Kai