I know nothing

I know nothing of romance, no heart beats, no violins

But, I know little of flowers, petals in my diary, withered but close

I know nothing of the yearning of a lost beloved

But, I know the pain of separation, the uneasy frame of mind

I know nothing of the mourning that comes with parting ways

But, I know a little about the tears which come over a fond memory

I know nothing of love

But, I know a little of sacrifice for the other to suffice

I know nothing of proof of fealty

And yet I know little of faith, a little of loyalty

A little of you, and a little bit about me.