Trying to save a love,
Two lovers take it, as if it was a saber,
One holds the hilt,
Another pulls the edge tip.
One Pushes it away ,
Both press hard to own this new love-
One drives the handle to the other's chest
While the other,
points the sharp steel tip,
at a once loved heart.
And then, the dance begins,
as one can not stand holding the edge anymore,
Will she take the handle
Of another the other she loves,
next time and rest no more?
One lover will have no mercy or pitty then
For the others hands squeezing steel,
Unless she has felt it herself.
She has no pitty then, for
