What good is a man
Who is all appearance
A bit of commitment
And nothing but gas
Who doesn't love himself
Between living and existence
He knows not any difference
A stranger he remains to himself
How can one love another
If he doesn't love himself
And to love truly
One has to lose oneself
Love is unconditional
It fills every pore
One has to discover it
And bare it to the core
Why go here and there
And bruise yourself hard
Just open each and every window
That leads to your heart
Love is everything
All else just farce.
Let love fill your chests
All else shall rot
He is a man indeed
With one eye he sees all
Being in love with himself
Love he gives to all!
Who is all appearance
A bit of commitment
And nothing but gas
Who doesn't love himself
Between living and existence
He knows not any difference
A stranger he remains to himself
How can one love another
If he doesn't love himself
And to love truly
One has to lose oneself
Love is unconditional
It fills every pore
One has to discover it
And bare it to the core
Why go here and there
And bruise yourself hard
Just open each and every window
That leads to your heart
Love is everything
All else just farce.
Let love fill your chests
All else shall rot
He is a man indeed
With one eye he sees all
Being in love with himself
Love he gives to all!
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