O, love love accursed torture why did you not blossom on every treetop? On the top of every tree, on the leaf of a walnut tree, so every maiden and unmarried young man would have plucked it. - Continued Poem - Because I too plucked it and I let it slip away. I too plucked and I let it slip away. O, I would pluck one again if I found a good one, if I found a good one, a beautiful one, my old lover. And for my old lover what wouldn't I do? I would skim the water from the sea with a spoon. From the bottom of the sea I would gather small pearls and for my old lover I would braid a wreath of pearls. Wild Honey sings "Szerelem" featuring: Peia, Megan Danforth and Cyrise S...