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?