if eyes could tell stories
share it to me, my hand will be well in cheek
‘cause dreaming our life would be all magic

if skies were like warm sheets
i’d fall through the clouds
'cause laying with you is all I need

i believe in a gentle kind of love
all soft and soothing and
just right
when i am so terribly, irritatingly fragile
fingers running down my back while we lie
rib to rib, heart to heart
listening to the beat, and to the breath
and perhaps it is that, in this world of rough and tumble
of screaming and aching, to believe in a love kind and sweet is
a naivety but i find that
because of all this roaring outside our window, i much prefer
to think of that love sweet and kind
and us, tangled around each other, i think, yes

i find that i believe in a gentle sort of love

To think about,
What lets me down
Don’t want the cycle to repeat
Oh I can’t go back in time now
To write my past down,
I fix what I’ve been destined to speak