There is a thin line between love and pure hate,
To cross it, means going and taking the bait.
For once I am dazzled, to what this should lead,
For surely this means the most utter defeat.
One cannot foresee it, one cannot explain,
How a thing of such beauty can seize to remain.
Like a mountain majestic, it’s brought to its knees,
To slide all the boulders down the slopes to the seas.
The fairest emotion so uselessly spent,
Like killing the hope on which your mind was bent.
Like waking to horror from dreams that are nice,
Like paying for nothing a terrible price.
No one can imagine the toll that it takes,
The heart that it ruins, the will that it breaks.
The debt, which is taken directly from heart,
Sure leaves a big void and breaks you apart.
At times it does seem that the borderline’s thick,
But don’t let it fool you, ‘cause love is a trick.
For, if you’re not careful, it will just vanish.
And you will be left with nothing but garnish.
So, all that you’re left with is hope of the fool,
That someday you’ll cross it back and bend the rule.
That you could get your mouth above the water,
And speak again your heart without a bother.
But then how it can be that love is so great,
When all that you can do to get it, is wait.
And how can you tell a friend from a lover,
When always, it seems, you escape for cover.
Then you will discover that love is a tongue,
That cannot be spoken and cannot be sung.
It shows in the look of the one, that you hold.
For the stare that you feel is more than mere gold.
It pierces your flesh and stings you in your heart,
No pain can be sweeter, no painting such art.
It sweeps you from your feet and blows you away,
So high in the air, that your mind goes astray.
The path which you’ve taken cannot be foreseen,
Neither can way be on which you have yet been.
Thither you have gone and that is a bare fact,
Before you go anywhere, let’s have a pact.
Always make sure, that you do what your heart says,
Don’t travel the borderline just for caress.
Ever be true to yourself and to your soul,
Or you might find yourself in a dark and deep hole.
In love there cannot be more than one lover,
For heart cannot divide and have more power.
The walk on the edge of a precipice takes
All that is clear and your spirit it thus brakes.
And that is just why you cannot fool around,
For you cannot fly with your feet on the ground.