It is such a peculiar thing indeed
My heart, from love and chaos, never freed
To swelling of the heart, I always plead
That life with love, I celebrate the need
I throw the love to one and only one
The chaos of this heart has now begun
I revel and I ache
As love and chaos rake
The passion on the coals of burning fire
To the winsomeness our hearts retire
In my loneliness, my heart's desire
Creates a living, loving funeral pyre
Une autre vie, it seems is the long chance
To love you in a fine and sweet romance
