All I Know About Love
A mighty passion to love,
A mighty pain to love
It is a pain to miss but of all pains,
The greatest pain is to love but love in vain.
Admired at being loved without being admired,
Although love dwells in gorgeous palaces, and sumptuous apartment,
More willingly those in miserable and desolate cottages it cannot be denied
But that sometimes causes is power to be felt in the gloomy recesses of forest,
Among the most bleak and rugged mountains, and in the dreary caves of a desert.