As soon as the actors take their places,
We’ll begin. For is not love an act?
Like nighttime deep in forest spaces,
It’s the difference between hope and fact.
And Cupid is a knavish lad
To hit a target and pretend
It’s time. This all is very sad
Without even a flower to amend
The shadow between truth and lies.
In a way, it builds a cage
To trap the freedom of all skies
And brings to birth a second stage.
Oh, what fools we lovers be!
To look for what we cannot see
Nimbus in a Bottle 