Draw maps to find true love at every bay,
To open mine you need a simple key,
The thing, one of a kind, what should I say,
It can be only love, which opens me.
Not only dreams, within, the one that keeps,
Who frees this keeper of his treasure chest,
He will be loyal, not only in your sleeps;
And for all your life, he will give its best.
If you try to trick him in bad purpose,
Be sure to earn his wrath - and then he's gone.
He's looking strong outside. Only surface.
The love he gives, like yours, maybe on loan.
No one has ever tried to open me,
and never known true love, what I could be.
