Face de Narciso

What is love?
Goes beyond my understanding.
For some it's a key
And for others, it was a prison.

What is love?
Is it detachment or possession?
Altruism in us
Or just self-worship?

Narcissus' face mirrored by whim
But if she looks at me like that, it's beautiful,
There I know who I am.

And what is love?
Is it platonic or will it be real?
Woman's dreams
Or original sin?

And what is love?
I think only it can unite.
Everything in its hands,
All duality in itself.

So many truths converging around you.
There is no sword without the lyre,
The thorn without the flower.

And what is love?
Goes beyond my understanding.
For some it's a key
And for others, it was a prison.

What is love?
Goes beyond imagination.
For some it's pain,
For many, light in the darkness.