For that which might be real
I would stand still for eternity
endure trials rife with peril
cast down my own soul ardently

Some may seek to call me crazy
throwing such passion to one aspect
amidst all this pain, it is all I see
the one undeniable, pure asset

So despite it all, I keep breathing
some days in sighs, others in moans
I find it in me to keep believing
my heart will eternally roam

Until the day I find a gift from above
and when I said that, I meant *love