Maybe love cries;
Sugarcane might be good for a smile.
If love should cry,
I wanna wipe his tears.
Show me who birthed love;
I want affection and trust to claim their innocent child.
Maybe love sleep;
I wish I could cuddle love to sleep.
If love should snore,
I wanna listen to that rhytmic sound.
Who will care for love?
We need two gardeners who can handle love’s fragile heart.
Maybe love dies;
I don’t wish to be at the burial.
If love should die,
I can’t dig the tomb with my emaciated bone.
Who will bury love?
Let the killer of love feel the pain of love’s death.