Who Stole My Lover

What is love? Love is a pas de deux, close between breaths; Are two stars sharing gentle tides. It turns awkward encounters into sweet secrets, And all the cautious approaches, Ultimately it all points to a brave vulnerability, It is a negotiation to voluntarily hand over weapons. He is the gardener who sows seeds despite knowing that the flowering period is limited, When I stare at my reflection in your pupils, Still dare to say: "I would like to share the same mortal time with you."