Love

Love, just a tale of mystery, take what you can get from the tragedy found in the back by the bins

Love, a statement of morality sinks its claws into your reality bites likes a denture into tin

How, how can we fight it, in a world that makes mother cry, so if you've the inkling too, come with me, we'll change all our clothes

Love, it's not just for anyone, check your watch and count til the cows come

Home then you will see waterfalls of love cascading on angels and the spray will cool down your egos

Love, it's quite a mystery but in all it's welcomed by some, or a few