This is love,
This sweet soiree and star story from above.
The lavender lore of leaping lions and gazelles, the sore tale of a sleeping dove.
Life, living call to color, the heaving loss of heaven, this shooting string of one wing, faith shall restore the leaven.
Union of one, upon set of two shall always fly, endless, preening together through joy of kiss to cry, the all of why.
The sweet wind of raw, as feeling raptors in fall, this nectar sap from never-ending Hall, the allfeeling soul of eye.
The will of One for many to sing, the frequency fragile, in this ring of embrace.
It is this love, this riding race through space,
It is everything.
This sweet soiree and star story from above.
The lavender lore of leaping lions and gazelles, the sore tale of a sleeping dove.
Life, living call to color, the heaving loss of heaven, this shooting string of one wing, faith shall restore the leaven.
Union of one, upon set of two shall always fly, endless, preening together through joy of kiss to cry, the all of why.
The sweet wind of raw, as feeling raptors in fall, this nectar sap from never-ending Hall, the allfeeling soul of eye.
The will of One for many to sing, the frequency fragile, in this ring of embrace.
It is this love, this riding race through space,
It is everything.