Neither friend nor rival, what a pity, exists
How strange it is, such a city exists.
Love, that maddening passion, is now past
Separation, my destiny, pitchy, exists.
Whom should I ask, come with me
Each carries a cross, so weighty, exists.
Whose face can I for hours contemplate
Any one, so close, a beauty, exists?
Looking at you I’m compelled to think
Friend or foe, a dilemma so pretty exists.