Means End - To Love

Love, it renders even wise men into fools - A force that has followed us for so long! Yet all we can hope to do is give in - To something so wonderful. If one’s soul could be a song. If one’s soul could sing along There would be nothing that I could say, to match the way I feel. So I will simply read you a verse ...Forgive me: Even though I’ve known you now for quite some time, In life there’s naught at all that can compare With meeting your soft lips, oh so sublime, And for a moment feel my breath suspend. As tacit words are whispered to my heart, They gently beckon me to your embrace. Without a thought I readily depart The world and leave my worries to efface. In your dark eyes there lies a tenderness I am not worthy of that you’ve bestowed, And so my soul is nursed by your caress Where normally the sands of time erode. A thousand years will not do To weary me of one more kiss from you