The fire we made will burn all night
And kites will unity
Lovers will be kept warm
Alas, we are the losers of everything
If my lips stop trembling
When they clash with yours
If I hesitate before answering your calls
If your caress inch; your love hurts
And my eyes glooms when
They met with yours
My darling, know at that moment this heart
Has stop loving you
The fire will made will burn all night
Alas, we are the losers of everything
Matthias Pantaleon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-the-losers/
