What did I know of Love except the fire,
the water and the rain.
Drinking from the head fountain,
and thirsty for more I remain.
What did I know of Love except the name,
with all its’ glory and fame.
Breaking barriers from the past to the future,
and still striking the same.
What did I know of Love except its’ veil,
growing thinner in time.
The older it gets the softer it became.
Sharp, bitter and sweet like the ancient honey and wine
What did I known of Love,
but its’ ninety nine contradicting names
and he is the Only One