In the shadows of the trees,
danced apart three figurines.
One the tallest.
One the shortest.
And the third one in between.

'Do you love her? Tell me why.'
'Love so much I want to die.'
'Thus to die, your wish come true,
after time you'll lose me too.'

Triangles of care, jealousy and passion,
must be taken with great caution.
Silent nights still lay ahead,
with deep thoughts of blue and red.

Through triangles of delusion,
comes excitement and confusion.
One is sad and so the rest,
left with sorrow on their chest.

Love in threes cannot exist.
Take small steps to clear the mist.
If two love, the third is out.
And the two feel down and sad.

In the sorrow of her eyes,
stands the mountain that we rise.
Once the rope will snap in two,
anything will surely do.