I’ll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door – Then Love itself, Love Itself was gone.

ISSO, QUE É COHEN (SURPREENDENTEMENTE?), REMETE-ME AO CAVERNA, COM O SEU 'I LET LOVE IN':

So if you're sitting all alone and hear a-knocking at you door

and the air is full of promises, well buddy, you've been warned

Far worse to be Love's lover than the lover that Love has scorned