Has every love from the start
pain that nobody can avoid?
When you get that first impulse,
is sorrow already built in it?
How do things then still make sense
that you bring so much joy to me
if every love from the start
has pain that nobody can avoid?
Is it only youth that stands free
from everything and can conquer any problem
or does life immerse you blindly
into a relationship in which the you and me
by it self determines for how love is, from the start?
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