Only purest of hearts and most loved of lovers

Know what it means to lose the other.

Can people not tell?

Can they not admit it?

When they truly fall in love,

It is rare, and one never forgets it.

Submitting to love, body and soul,

Means giving up the freedom to roam.

Most are not ready.

Not yet are their hearts pure.

But wait, just wait,

Then perhaps in the end they will endure.