It tastes as sweet as a good dream,
Love.
It feels as soft as a baby's skin,
Love.
Gramps once told me a story,
about Love.
Two young men fighting,
for Love.
They skipped the part about pain,
for love is self contained.
There's happiness, laughter
but there's also sadness, pain.
when I am grey I will tell the grandkids
about Love.
The good, and the bad.

Two brothers, wealthy and fine
the younger one,
insatiable, greedy, voracious...

father, my share i shall have
for he had other plans in mind
the father, nobly gives

Lost one, in a distant land he goes
Squandering all he had on pleasure
drinking, living wildly, spending...


A horrid famine befalls the land
the lad, without penny
into servant-hood he goes
feeding pigs to earn a living

To father i shall return he thought
for his wealth is mighty and fine
forgiveness i shall ask
he was hungry, cold, pitiful...

Upon the sight of lost one,
the father welcomed with a kiss
happiness, overjoyed  his heart

Let us feast he shouted
the servants obeyed
**for the son was dead, lost, but no more...

I love you
For all the times I didn't say it
For all the times you didn't know it
I love you
For every breath you questioned it
For every bit of hurt
I love you
For every time I cut you off
For everything I do wrong
I love you
For the lines crossed
For the tears lost
I love you