One Day…

Love is like a book
But how many people take a look?
You show interest in it
Wouldn’t she open up her pages complete?

In vain they’ve tried to retreat
Again the taste of vinegar is sweet
One by one they all partook
Day by day their alters shook.

It was the end of it all
Our egos were no longer tall.
Right there we fell to our knees
Something they feared was the felling of trees.

Leonell