I don't love you with the exception of in light of the fact that I cherish you;
I go from wanting to not adoring you,
From sitting tight to not sitting tight for you
My heart moves from frosty to flame.
I adore you simply because it's you the one I cherish;
I despise you profoundly, and abhorring you
Twist to you, and the measure of my changing affection for you
Is that I don't see you however cherish you aimlessly.
Perhaps January light will devour
My heart with its unfeeling
Beam, taking my key to genuine quiet.
In this piece of the story I am the person who
Bites the dust, the just a single, and I will kick the bucket of affection since I adore you,
Since I adore you, Love, in flame and blood.
