Something can buy a soul
And make it all to glow
And the heart’s currency
Is love, why can’t you see?
Well, cupid close its eye
Love is a rather die
When it is rightly use
As a muse not misused
Don’t be a straight tree
In love that is unreal,
If it uproots the seeds
And it makes you to bleed,
Running away can stop
The tears that may drop.