Whenever I want to touch it, it fades in the far sea; Love has become just an illusion for me. Whenever I want to reach its shore It emerges to me no more. Whenever by its stroke I want to be swept It departs away to an endless depth. Whenever I want to embrace it tight Love dwindles into the obscurity of the night. Whenever I want to feel its solemnity Love mocks me and boasts with its vanity. Whenever I want to create a love history It befalls an unsolved puzzle, a mystery. Whenever I want to hold it till eternity Love becomes just an illusion for me.
