Love is a mysterious thing,
Circumstances determine who you love,
Many a man has fallen victim of its sting,
It slaps and makes a man rove.
Love is pain and gain,
My heart deeply clings to her,
Worried my heart is, but she worth the pain,
I hear jungle drums telegraphing afar.
Then I hear a wailing piano calling,
Her voice rises and falls in melody,
My heart whispers to my toes to keep walking,
Then the piano became rowdy.
Her melodious voice arrest my soul,
The mystic rhythm of her voice heals my soul.