I never understood
How love could be a sin
How I could be disgraced
Just by holding your hand

But a man with a woman
Can beat and cut and curse
And still the church will bless
A union with this or worse

No, I don't understand
How our love could be a sin

An illness you have, my heart
That you don’t understand.
The love you have,
You throw away.
And what is not yours
You long to gain.
What love story
are you looking for?
That which can be written
You give no thought to.
Instead you set to solve
a riddle, you don’t understand.
Love doesn't come easy.
But, you know that already.
Or do you?
You’re the one who makes it hard.
You don’t realize it my dear heart,
You suffer from an illness.


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Love was born of poetry.
Nourished by fools, sheltered by the weak,
the end shall come from within.

Love was shaped by music.
Fed by the greedy, tamed by the sinners,
the heart shall die of need.

For now, there is no poetry
or the music which leads
Of love I speak
which left us Incomplete.

I run to the high mountains
I pour my heart out to the skies
I sing of the summer song
While the sky above dances in yellow light.
The cool breeze fools the sun above
Takes a run, wins the mighty fight.
Your light then comes to me with warmth,
A view my heart wants.
Love to me is the song you write.
The tricks you play with the endless sky
And with the icy wind you find a disguise.
You burn me like the sun that burns up
In the blue abyss.
With the ink of my emotions
You write a song of Fire and Ice.

''****** attraction is confusing, maddening, euphoric, even dangerous.
It drives people to extreme behavior, even unspeakable crimes.

The beating pulse, the sweating palms, the rise of chemicals in the brain are the symptoms of a much deeper, more mysterious affliction.

The mechanism that chooses and controls the objects of ****** desire can only be found in the heart of the unexplained''