Would the kisses get old?

Would the river of sweet love stop flowing?

Would your hugs cease in the middle of the night?

Would the flames in our eyes go out?

Would my well of water deep in the ground run dry?

Would your lotus suddenly not rise?

Would the creativity from our passion loose its high?

or

Would the Kisses turn into an everlasting fire

Would the River overflow with almond joys

Would your hugs start to last to dawn meets the eye?

Would the flames in our eyes start to show in your hearts in the middle of our thighs would it ignite the sky?

Would my well of water become so high it floods the bed when the storm hits at night?

Would your lotus decide not to go down at night but show its beauty all times?

Would the creativity from our passion go beyond the measurable heights?