In Central Park the lovers sit,

On every hilly path they stroll,

Each thinks his love is infinite,

And crowns his soul.
But we are cynical and wise,

We walk a careful foot apart,

You make a little joke that tries

To hide your heart.

Give over, we have laughed enough;

Oh dearest and most foolish friend,

Why do you wage a war with love

To lose your battle in the end?