loving me is like loving the dead flowers in the winter

Kissed by God she is love itself, untaintend by ways of man.
In the world of the dying, she spreads her love, replenishing broken hearts.

In her alluring eyes, you can gaze at the universe as it unfolds.
With a ballet of stars along the milky-way.
Singing life's song as the mystry fades
Joined by those who sleep in hope
Revived as they come to know.
life is love

what if you're the person i'm looking for
but you're hiding and don't want to be found

let me be your laugh when you thought you could only scream

i beg for you to call one last time because my worst fear is forgetting your sweet voice when i need to hear it the most

i will never forget how you held my hips
like it was the first time seeing me in years

i fell in love when i realized that i was staring at you
rather than the sunset when i whispered it was beautiful