Ah love let us be trueTo one another for the world which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreamsSo various so beautiful so newHath really neither joy nor love nor lightNor certitude nor peace nor help for painAnd we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flightWhere ignorant armies clash by night.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.