My Weapon Is Love

Deaf and dumb and blind is the ancient nature, Having only two instincts, to create and to destroy, Very well I know my expectation is my caricature, I can feel and think as I am a beautiful breathing toy, I have an experience that my fantasies become a truth, An experience that my sincere dreams at last come true, An experience that a helpless infant is at last a youth, To love and to be loved, whether it's me or it's you, An experience when silver appears on my tired head, My continuously beating heart is changedto gold, I recollect my ecstasies in love before I am dead, I smile on my naughty and joyful youth when I am old, I rise once again to kiss my beloved once again, I believe in you, I trust in you, as I am a fighter, I shall go on titillating you for another pink stain, Like an atheist I never and I shall ne'er surrender. Sweetheart! Even if your existence is merely virtual, My weapon is love; I shall fight and make you real.