I am sure that it could be a beautiful melody
Written there on the page in front of me
But how would I know, if it was never played;
How would I know, if the music were only to fade?
The words will dance across the pages of a book
Begging, pleading, and praying for us to just look
For words go without their meaning if left unread
And without being heard, prefer to just be unsaid
Thoughts run singing and dancing through your mind
As your countenance and expression you leave resigned
No one will ever know the beauty that shines inside
If you will always run away from yourself and hide
Love invades heart after heart, breaking and mending
Creating both sorrow and happiness forever unending
But love was only a word to me before you came
And then it received both a meaning and a name