Love is crossing my way,
Distressed with dismay.
And I cannot doubt what has happened,
I think I've ended in the wrong end.
Whatever this could mean,
It's not of things unseen.
While life is elsewhere on this world,
I stand where my life is hurled.
And then I float onto a cloud of dust,
Where all wishes and hopes are a must.
Nothig else like those of that are there,
And to you my love I will share.
Then the end comes to cease,
With hatred, hell, and then joins peace.
The air of love flies like a breeze,
Far off into the distance, where no one can see.
