The Unquenchable Fire of Love.

Oh fair muse, lend me thy golden lyre, 

That I may sing of love's unquenchable fire, 

Of passions deep and hearts that beat as one,

Of love's sweet joy and the pain when it's gone.

In ages past, the bards did sing 

Of love's sweet triumphs and its sting, 

Of knights and ladies, their love so true, 

Of endless devotion, both old and new.

Love, like a rose, doth bloom and fade, 

Its beauty fleeting, its memory made, 

But in the hearts of those who have felt its flame, 

Love forever burns, an eternal name.

So let us cherish love while it's here, 

For it's the one thing that we hold most dear, 

And let our hearts forever sing, 

Of love's sweet joy and the gifts it brings.

(Dihash).