The sky is not wider
nor the fresh grass tender,
the buds of yesterday
that are today's flowers
aren't with the brightest hues,
that could have been in its autumn soon.
The day has given us happiness again,
a couple of twelves and it calls upon us like back then,
it is but the origin of our love for each other,
love in it's purest and it's power forever.
Love they say is hard to find,
love I say is inside,
it beholds the heart,soul and mind.
Some kind of love that binds us from within,
the power of love that no one has seen,
some kind of love with it's mystical touch
creates the warmth and fills us with mirth.
Some kind of love - no name to thee
love you are a mystery.
