And there´s only one road you can go
And if you´re afraid to walk down it
You will never arrive at your goal.
Love´s map is erratic and lawless
Its ways rose-coloured and wild -
If you wish for a future that´s certain
Be not by love´s vision beguiled.
If you don´t know the weight of earth´s burden
When the bell tolls its knell in the gloom,
Then your life is a tissue of fancy
And as dry as the dust of the tomb
No comments:
Post a Comment