We don’t need beautiful words, you and I, Love as a punishment, or as a reward. But will we understand, in the heat of the meeting, Did we fall in love? Or… just a wasted evening? No need for fine words between you and me, Love — a penalty, or a gift we’ll see. In the fevered glow of this rendez;vous, Did love bloom? Or was it a night we’ll lose? Forget the pretty words, just you and me. Love — punishment or prize, can’t we agree? In the heat of this moment, what’s the score? True love? Or just another evening — no more. We need no flowery phrases, you and I — Love, a curse or a blessing beneath this sky. In the burning heat of this fateful tryst, Was it love? Or a lost night, empty, bleak? No need for lovely words between us two, Love — a trial or a grace, it’s true. In the warmth of this meeting, soft and clear, Was it love we found? Or just a passing time?
