Love is life and the end of it,
A cradle of happiness and the sorrow bit,
Love is a medicine and that painful fit,
As spring is to a flower, monsoon to the wood it split.

Inspires you to keep moving while asking to stay,
Teaches you to be loyal while repaying with dismay,
Source of your delights and the miserable day,
Yet, love is a craving, an ambivalence leaving you astray.