A certain madness
Seized me for a while.
I thought that love
Was here to stay.
The nights we spent together
Were long and daring
I should say,
But dear
How soon the night of love
turns into day.
Now´s a time of toil
And love´s decay.
The search goes on
For someone who will say:
That love is not
A nightly thing alone.
It is a feeling
Governing the heart
And whether it´s an
Evening, night or day
It´s always there –
Come what may.