http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtUsKeWX7X8
To meet a real love
Is such a complex task.
With sun or moon above
People would play a masque.
The planet moves along
Through fuss of beaten paths.
To discern right from wrong
Is the painful math.
The winter blizzards are brutal.
To hide from drenches is futile.
And stars race in their cycles.
And the cities make noise.
The folks are running in circles,
Not seeing each other in circles,
And missing each other in circles.
Afterwards they are losing the poise.
Once you find the love,
Approach it cautiously.
It like a skittish dove
Does not act consciously.
You might not realize
If that’s a false one.
How to analyze
When you run, run, run.
There’s a love of mine
I wanna to believe.
And it will turn divine
When it comes to its eve.
I’m looking for a while
But in a fuss of days
Would I catch any smile
With the cupid rays.