Leopards never change their spots. All good things, like love, They will eventually rot. If love is unchanging Like a leopard’s spots, Won’t it be boring Until the day it rots? Love is like a leopard In the sense that it is only Mortal. Its cries for help will not be heard When its time has finally come: Love is like a leopard’s spots, For it too has patterns unique to all Who happen to bear it. Some love will never fall, Never rot, Never change like a leopard’s spots, But some love will. Some love is not strong Enough to hold on For very long, So it rots, Unlike a leopard’s Unchanging spots.