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

if it were up to me
there would be no worries
there would be no problems
to all that's going on

every side of the street
if it were up to me
would be the sunny side
with the grass always green

we would all be free
living life together
if it were up to me
in peace and harmony

everybody's needs
would outweigh all the wants
then we'd have all we need
if it were up to me