If love is love from another door
I fall to my heart once more
For lovely doors open more and more doors
True hearts instill the mystery
Incredibly judgmental are people without souls
For souls are souls of the kind
Be still my lukewarm lover...do you hear yourself speak?
Speak to me in unison of your heart
I find you to be the killer cause
Of hopeless spirits,
For my hopeless spirit falls once more
Romantic faces smile in their daze
Oh the lukewarm gaze...what shall we accomplish?
I express my heart with a killer gaze
Such lovely bells break the mold
Oh to have and to hold; a lover\'s gaze is warm
And I am warned of the sorts
Such triggery reminds me of gallantry
Oh kill me with your counter eyes
Do lovely molds despise?
Don\'t be afraid to smile at the killer,
The killer of counter hearts;
For I despise you, my lukewarm lover
You wear a poor tuxedo with ugly shoes
Yet I despise those too,
And my heart falls again and again
The blood of my soul recreates
For tomorrow is the mourning of all lovers
May we breathe once again...
Oh how breathless is the artistry of hate
When we\'re constantly defining love?
Inside I am the tuxedo
And you are the man,
For butterfly wings are wingless
Without love;
And without love I am not human
For I constantly need love
As a form of twisted inspiration--
What do you know about me of sorts?
A thousand lions can roar all at once
Yet my heart roars louder,
For the louder my heart roars
The more vulnerable it becomes,
May my heart roar once more;
And all the bells clash in the morning sun,
How bright is the heart when it is broken?
I break with the sun
For I am dawn,
How beautiful is the sky?
And all along we are kindred spirits
Running with fate and its treasured ends
For I love the vibe that karma sends
Beating hearts beat no more...
Oh what a warm face you are to me
A morning kiss would suffice
For passion is a power play,
I love the kisses you suffice
And at last...we are paradise
The perfect paradise to spare
And the feeling of the perfect home
Is the perfect home with you--
And with every fiber of my being
I mean all these words,
For I am of love, really.