1Love is like a half eaten loaf of bread,
It's the leaf cut down the middle,
A unison interrupted by a fiddle,
A speech that leaves you in awe
Shut dead by the popping of a jaw.
2It's the brilliant equation unsolved,
The war with conflicts unresolved,
A star whose light is too far to see,
A face whose shine fades eventually.
3It's the bedroom home, or the words of a poem;
A paper and pen, the favorite watch of men;
A thief's den, or yoga and the state of zen;
You and me together ought to roam;
Destined to collide only in doom.