Is love this sweet ache in my heart?
Then, let it stay of me, a part.
The breeze whispers love to the tree;
it nuzzles only to depart.
Dry promises from lips that lie,
makes my heart weep and my eyes smart.
Night descends like a shy, coy bride;
day retreats with a broken heart!
Why can’t we meet ? the day wonders,
Why does my love daily she thwart?
Forever caressing the shore,
the waves form a nice piece of art.
Lovers have no choice but to love,
once Cupid lets go of his dart.