Like us many have spoken over this spring,
But they were gone in the twinkling of an eye,
Like us, many have broken down on love
But few had the roots to build on it
Love is not a common man on the street
Its value is in its invincibility
That which can be broken down
Is never love in its entirety
We can grow as we go on
In this utopia or outside
For in either case my dear dear love
I remain and YOU remain
