If I knew what love was,
Perhaps I'd feel it for you.

If love is a rose
Then I am ever in bloom
If love is everlasting
Then mine knows no tombs.

If love is the ocean
Then my tides always rise
If love is a knot of unity,
Then mine are the tightest ties.

If love is a song
Then mine is an exceptional ballad
If love is a burst of color
Then mine is anything but pallid.

If love is the moon
Then mine is always full
If yet love be the sun
Then mine is never dull.

If love is an action
Then there is nothing I wouldn't do
And if I knew what love was,
Maybe I would feel it for you.

Call me by name,
An epithet, a prayer
Bend my syllables to your symphony
And cool the beating of my heart with the rush of your vowels.
I am still with a single breath,
Only a moment of sighs will soothe my fires.
So keep my consonants on your lips and my heart upon yours,
Call me by my name.

I have been told that I am cold,
That there is no love for me
To give or recieve.
I have been told that I am fiery,
That no one could desire me
When I burn with my lips and my teeth.
Two halves that do not meet,
Two directions from two feet,
The things I say I regret,
The things I don't I regret
And either way I'm upset.  
There is no play, only stop and fast forward;
Both cheap imitations
From warring nations,
Both sides are unrecognizable
And neither is desirable.  
Why did I say that? Why did I say that? Why did I say that?
Why didn't I say anything? Why didn't I say anything?
Why did I not say anything?
My fast and slow
To and fro,
Seething or still.
I apologize for these lies,
For my insincerity
With such a deception
Of false perceptions,
Who could ever love -
Why did I say that?