When you ask me about it, I say I don't believe it
I have seen
I have tasted
I have witnessed it
Can it be?
its a thing called love
when you are on the out
how can you get back in
when you have seen the thick
Love
I say...
has to be here
deep within
it starts from a seed
grows like a weed
how can one be sure?
with some much excessive greed
this world we love in
it just grows
when you ask me about it I say
this I have seen.
its been sown.
Grows
In a baby
In a child
In you, I see
You are love
We are
this I know this I believe.
Where are you love?
Have you gone away from me?
I still see you
I still believe
it will always lead you back to me.
Because you are love
I just know it
It can only be
however flighty
however tested
however tired
When you ask me about it I say
you are love.
Its the only thing I believe.
anymore.
