So much of women to be in love with
So much in too many ways
Yet, of no way is there to simply receive
When in words, no one has the say
So much of men to be in love as well
With so much more to see
How men lies, only men can tell
As well for women, what couldn’t be?
We share the affinity towards love
And we share the indifference whence within
We excel whether whence we serve
To live the closest possible in dreams
And soon will both listen
And to neither will both conclude in time
And we share only to ourselves our reason
When in the beginning were both left behind!
Was it truly love we all seek?
Or simply of ourselves we feel to deserve?
Yet, there always is to be someone we require to meet
And is it truly to be, because of the cause of love?