Neither it begins nor it ends within this heart,

The love is in the fire of soul from where it starts,

Call it not the habit of loving nature,

Awakening of passion is within this art,

Not shallow are the memories of your love,

Penalties brings the memories a relief within this heart,

It turned a flower from blooming,

A majesty of a royalty, a picture that glooming,

The fame of love became a story an art, right when you met my broken heart.