Everyone searches it, feeling impressed,
Pure and so true, that hearts they feel blessed,
And still that lust oft times gets stronger,
This fake feelings you can’t stand any longer.
Love from heart, that never goes away,
Real, soft pure love, you think forever to stay,
So many people believed it and got disappointed,
And those two parts of the hearts have never been jointed.
So think of it, pure love, does it exist?
Or is our apetite just stronger, our heart just a cist?
These feelings so pure, they only exist in those dramas,
Love can be as giant as a clift, with those lovely drabas.
Adopted from: Schmitz, Timo. Treaure in my mind. Berlin, 2013. ISBN 978-3-8442-7193-5. All rights reserved.