The lovers knew the love,,
And what the other thinks,
Yet but didn't utter a word,
Let the silence sink,,

The wait for who we'll be first
To confess how they love,
Young age they both had,
And waiting ages above,,

Yet timed had its rules,
Or a worse plan for the love,
The lover got responsibility,
She got a white dove,,

Dove of hell limitations,
denying her love,
Sinking in her teary eye
clean and white was the dove


In the dust was working lover,,
Relentlessly all night,
He had to win the bread
He forget about the bed,
Don't they now meet that much
It gave to
Rise of...