For those who dream about love and pleasure
For those who think of love as pure Denmarkish butter
For them only I address my gone love words!
When I don’t see her in my dreams anymore nor hear her voice when she is away
When fights become a routine
When minutes with pass slowly as they do in a funeral!
When her lips mean lips only; not a gate to heaven – as they were!
When my heart does not pump vigorously when she hugs me
When I feel my soul cold and empty
Only then, I know that love is gone
And from beginning we not meant for each other