Huh. You speak of love as if you know.

Until now, no, you do not understand, no.

Like these pompous little humans and their dalliance

You are hopeless. Oh, this world! Pas de brillance!

Such lucky little angels are these people

To meet and love, be friends and mingle.

Unlike before, my children can love and find a safe place

Yet broken hearts and betrayal remain their mind games.

Oh, Romeo, my Romeo! Hast they not learnt?

Hath thy Juliet not grown?

Is mine angel Cupid not enough burnt?

Or is love no longer a power of my own?