1. 

Love has its tangles,

entwined and inextricable,

a medley inexplicable

to set our nerves a'jangle.

2. 

Sentiment is generated,

sowing seeds of happiness,

yet sorrow and its wretchedness

are mainly to be harvested.

3. 

Sadness was erected

beneath the planks of gaiety;

they form a dual deity

that cannot be dissected.

4 

A sunbeam in its purity

gave life to things inanimate;

in doing so, the path of fate

was set for lovers' cruelty.

5. 

We sing a little rhapsody,

recurring in eternity;

swept into the chant are we,

a patterned uniformity.