I am an old lion

I am too old and too cold to vibrate

in my early years, I was in love

with these true humans

But oh yes, years flew by

I found myself alone – fighting quiet:

some have left me by fate

others have left due to the problems I caused them
 a few were snatched and thrust into wrong hands,

where they whimper in mental solitude

As each of them tearfully left,

I sat alone and cried like a child, cried my heart sore

when you came along and whispered: Ca Xen Nhiaar?

I said: “what?”

You moved closer to me

and  whispered: “Do you love me?”

“Acan, are you asking me?”  

“Yes, I saw it in your lousy eyes.”

One minute elapsed, before I said:

 “of course I-I do.”