Every love has its sound;
It creates and it breaks.
A foil stands like gray hound
Against it and tragedy makes.
But don’t worry, a dove
Sings sweet and cares no gun;
What lasts on earth but love?
It removes darkness like the Sun.
With heaven it is bound,
To reach God is its goal;
Every love has its sound;
Tt’s the sound of winning a soul.
