Love bugs

Even bugs have love,
my little horny bee.
Birds sing to each other,
from timber tree to tree.
Even rugs have love,
my little lonely mat.
Down in the hot subways,
a rat seduces a rat.
Even flowers cry,
my little sad rose.
The desert sun dries tears,
on a cacktus nose.
In the universe everything has love,
in the universe evereything has pain,
Remember this my little soul,
when you feel alone again.