Efforts Count, Period.

Verse 1

Hope? It's what you sought

for all the time you spent looking at me;

staring, gazing, wondering at and about me;

But could my image give you that?

If you believe so, then a fool are you.

Chance? It's what you hoped for,

and all these times you cried and clinged

to something you never tried to attain;

Had ever your hand strecthed to grab it?

Had ever your feet moved to be nearby?

Answer? It's what you said you wanted;

And all my life, I've never heard of

the question, coming out from your soul;

Invisible phrases you uttered,

yet none of them was directly unto me.

Love? It's what I believe you asked;

But what price that you've paid?

For every true ones comes with a price;

Or else, you'd delighted over a powerfully destructive ones;

I'd rather not, truly.

A "you", is anonymous;

Even a newborn could also be you!

And the "you" whom love you longed for

is none near to canon.

So, could I believe that it was "me"?

Effort counts, period.

Verse 2

Or, shall a perfumer gave a drop of rose extract

whom he gathered over ten thousands of roses,

over a branch of a rose tree?

Or, a prostitute to give her love over a penny?

Tell me, shall people believe in one's words,

if she never do anything to prove it?

Or live up to her words even in the public?

What fact is there to turn it logical?

What fact is there to prove that you're true?

Even a faith without action is vain.

Believe, that no poems ever record any true love;

Because every metaphors corrupt and every symbols defile;

Believe, that the sentence: "I love you" is only partially correct;

For evil is the tongue of women, and vile is ear of men.

And that within himself, a manly groom will always hate his bride,

and a bride will always hate his groom;

For the real taste of marriage is gained from affair,

and secrets between each couple are essential.

Therefore, never say, "what about me?

Who always thought of you, cared for you?"

For it's not the ones shouting my name shall be loved

(as if you ever whispered my name)

But it's the ones I truly love that will receive my love.

Efforts count, period.