It must be love
I don't know what else to call it
this soft tremble on my mouth
when I whisper your name to the wind
this stubborn heart
that keeps losing its pace
at the sound of your voice,
oh it must be love
that soft pain
every time we part
that grows so deeply
like the thorn of the Rose...
that easy abandon
when I drink
the words from your lips
like the morning dew,
that secret lake in the depths of my soul
reflecting your light,
reflecting your colors...
I don't know what else to call it
Oh, I am lost--
It must be love...
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