You love a Star,
And sing a song from your guitar,
But by the time the song is over,
You just see it clear...
It's not a star, it's just a common mirror.
You love a Goddess,
And start to praise her goodness,
You paint a picture of a special woman,
A ray of light falls on your woman...
Then you see... it's just a common woman.
You love a Heart,
You want to listen to its art,
And expect a song by Mozart...
Bump... bump... bump... bump...
It's not a Heart, it's just a common pump.
You love a special Soul,
And you make it your life's goal,
You dedicate a poem to this special Soul...
And you hope in vain to see it grin,
And then you see... it has nothing to begin.
by Gabriel Ditu