It's a weird thing, love,
though it's passion reflects in every one.
The two sexes have been attracted for millions of years, because nature forced every human being to co-habit,
to make sure our existence won't suddenly disappear,
like we weren't even there.
It's a strange thing, love,
It's rough though very soft, it's a constant value though absent.
I find a piece of it in my heart and a part of it in my head.
The lucky ones are those who can combine the two body parts into an excellent formula of passion.
It's a rare thing, love,
No man, no woman, no fish, bird or any living creature has ever wondered whether it's an obligation or a desire to love.
There's simply an ancient law that says no man, no woman no fish, bird or any living creature is made to live alone.
Everybody deserves someone who finds the same stars worth looking at.
