We don’t need beautiful words, you and I,
Love as a punishment, or as a reward.
But will we understand, in the heat of the meeting,
Did we fall in love? Or… just a wasted evening?
No need for fine words between you and me,
Love — a penalty, or a gift we’ll see.
In the fevered glow of this rendez;vous,
Did love bloom? Or was it a night we’ll lose?
Forget the pretty words, just you and me.
Love — punishment or prize, can’t we agree?
In the heat of this moment, what’s the score?
True love? Or just another evening — no more.
We need no flowery phrases, you and I —
Love, a curse or a blessing beneath this sky.
In the burning heat of this fateful tryst,
Was it love? Or a lost night, empty, bleak?
No need for lovely words between us two,
Love — a trial or a grace, it’s true.
In the warmth of this meeting, soft and clear,
Was it love we found? Or just a passing time?
Forget the pretty words
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