On a chilly winter
morning,
I write this love ballad
So may you dance and
sing,
Celebrate the fear of
love!
Solomon sang a while
ago,
Love is strong as death
Its jealousy unyielding
as the grave,
Who could love such a
love?
A feeling no better than
this,
Be loved, cared, valued
and thought,
And feel the fright for
your loved soul,
Who could love such a
love?
In the growth of life
arises this need,
To belong to someone and
reduce to half,
Courage falls weak at
this sight,
Who could love such a
love?
As the vision travels in
times ahead,
A face sparkles, a hand
holds you through,
The quest for this soul
began in long past,
Tell me! Who could love
such a love?
The fright to loose, and
be forgotten,
Lingers each day
through, killing you,
The emotion is far too
complex, too deep.
Who could love such a
love?
I fear such a feeling,
the emotion,
Exposing my deepest
self,
Where love and wrath
abode,
Who could love such a
love?
In the paths of the
future and past,
Where the memories and
visions last,
I search for a reason to
still love,
And fall in the fear of
this love!
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