They say love is there
They say love is in the air.
But they also say that air is polluted
Damaged beyond repair, people only frown
They say in no time, the world is going down.
I say that the air is polluted,
And there is no hope for people
Nothing could survive
Lovers will turn into lunatics
While the anger will revive.
But I know one thing
One thing for sure
We will find love
With oxygen masks and cure.
Even when love will lose its USP
And have changes in its gene
We will be two of the greatest hopeless romantics this world has ever seen.