Love is the strangest thing

Love’s the strangest thing, you know…
It can fill you, it can heal you.
But She can become that foe
Who’ll be thrilling you to kill you.

Love’s the strangest thing, you know…
When She touch’s you, life’s like sky,
Where you’re having wings that grown
To enjoy yourself and fly.

And you’ll fly and you will feel
All the pleasures that Love brings
Tasting that the life’s for real
Spinning in the storm of things…
That Love easily can steal
Just to show it also stings.

Love’s the strangest thing, you know…
She is also such event
That may make your mind to blow
Or just make you “understand”
That it’s living’s final flow…
And all heartaches have to end.

Love’s the strangest thing, you’ve known…
She gives happiness and torments
She can be a hungry crow
Who will tear your heart with claw.
But you also know that She
Is a swan who wraps you up
With the warmest, sweetest wings
That can bring you on life’s top.

And comparing all the truth
I can tell that though the “foe”
Born with Man and Woman both,
May be killer or a so…
She’s a miracle, because
She’s a living’s energy
And if She’s returned, She’s force
Who will make Her magic free.

And I Love the Love as thing,
When we Love, then we still live…
And all tortures human being
Can be put on to achieve
All of them depend on him,
Just on him, I do believe.

(c) 2001