When love is born the world is new,
A bright and glowing dawn.
With singing birds and budding blooms,
A paradise is drawn.

Exploring fingers, tongues and lips,
Bring pleasure with each quest.
Such sweet surprises, lovers bring,
Into their passioned nest.

With passing time the blossom fades,
Familiar scenes repeat.
A knowing, calm complacency,
Replaces passion's heat.

Happiness depends, it seems,
On finding out the way,
Despite all odds and obstacles,
The way to make love stay.