What is this confusing past time that we are so engulfed in?
What is love? Questions without answers.
What is love? It is death to that which loveth.
Death to the one who trieth.
Death o' beautiful death, to the one who gets caught in its snare.
Entanglement, de-moralizing, de-humanizing.
Where o death is your sting?
Thus it is here, my sweet one - thy love.