The Night Is Still Young!

Don't go away my flower

From your fond butterfly

We have reached the end

Of the sidewalk although 

There's always an ocean

 At the end of the lane

We can swim or fly out

 And take it from there 

Many have drowned in 

The sea of the hopeless 

Prisoners of love suffer

In the house of the Hades

While half-dead like zombie 

The other halves remains in 

The other body of beloved 

We belong to each other 

If the moth had not believe

How come Love invented!