To Love or not to Love;
That is the Question.
From golden nights, to the dawn of day…
I wait for you, at our hideaway.
Our lips will meet, in the frozen air…
When the darkness falls, I’ll still be there.
So let the earthquake come, tear apart…
Never wills it, derive from the heart.
There’s a fire still, in those old embers…
Our love shines, unlike cold Decembers.
Like thunder, through the waking of rain…
The stars only, have more light to gain.
Skin ever so smooth, towards our hands…
These cannot ever, be reprimands.
As a dove sings, in the worst bewares…
A ray of light, breaks for what it cares.
The will of the heart, is of its own…
Life is a mystery, of unknown.