As quick as the sun sets
That’s how my love for you grows.
As slow as the turtle moves
That’s how time spent with you goes.
The heart cannot be taught
But it is the mind that chooses
This practicality we’ve been taught
Is the very reason why I’m suffering.
As beautiful as the rainbow in the sky
As green as the meadows in the field
As dark as the night that passes by
All these things are not you, my darling,
No; not indeed.