They say that love is as strong as steel,
I think it to be stronger –
However, I find it can be inexorably cruel –
But also, remarkably kinder.
I speak only from personal strife,
in which love has torn me to shreds –
And I only speak from my personal life,
where love still makes my bed.
Isn’t it strange how it goes?
All is lost but not forgotten –
Yet your face eludes me,
wiping my past in white cotton.