My love why have you forgotten me
My love why have you forbiden me
My love why have you far away from me
My love why why why

Love she comes like a blessing
Love she comes like an angel
Love she comes like a dove so pure
Love she comes no one knows

What would be of me when all has been given
What would be of me when all has bee taken
What will be of me if I had died on the croSs for love

Like a dew she dried up
Like the summer she crept away
Like the period of a woman she waits for her time

Love can it be real
Love can it be a fiction
Love does it work
Love what is love