"Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
O anything of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!"
A true story of love's controlled chaos
Appearing invisible in the eyes of mind
Yet, such magical taste the soul experiences!
This constant change, shapeless provisions
A cold fire floating on skin.
Love has the power to lead a spirit to eternity,
Love can also cause the greatest disaster.
Timeless moments, listening to silence
Knowing how to build each stone to cover
But your sun and your moon are both silver
As the paradox of love evokes the uniqueness
Of each soul.
Feelings floating like open secrets
In a world that you own and you lose,
Choosing to walk the paths of a bittersweet temptation.
The road may wind up to Heaven, may drive you to Hell,
But the point of departure always is the same.
This little giant is coming with a definite possibility
Of losing the war in your own court.