• When I see in the life of love,
    Everything seems to embark;
    Then here, flies out the dove,
    And everything goes dark.

    But I should come out to see,
    In the love of no light;
    Then maybe, just maybe,
    We won't stay in night.

    The darkness, though, still covers over,
    And there is no place to stay warm;
    I try and go to the white cliffs of Dover,
    But then, there, here starts a storm.

    Oh how I despise,
    My utter demise.