Tell me, wouldn’t it be a pity to hold the hand of the one whose heart is blind for a lifetime that I am a victim?

Isn’t it cruelty to try to be an eye for the one whose heart is blind?to be loved in a cage is not love my dear

It is not love that is valuable at the table of the oppressor, my angel.the touch of the blind defiles love, my dear

love was to unite in spirit and be one, my dear,love was to make two hearts one heart

Love was the meeting of separate bodies in one soul, my angel,love knows love

wow our hearts can’t go up to god without love,The wing of love was love, for which I burned