When there is love, there in nothing like lover nor beloved.
When we are in love, there is nothing like you nor me.
If there was love, neither be it killed nor die,
But lived, sometimes with pain.
If it hurts, the healing wounds and broken wings.
If the rivers bleed and wings too weak to fly.
If you miss and killed the one in you,
Can you see the one in him ?
When there is nothing to be, there is no love, no lover, no beloved, no you nor me. But Pain.
