She was cuter when she listened to alternative, than metal.

Love is here, walking upon your doorstep; waiting for an inside influence.
You write all about it on your walls, but it is there ringing your door bell.
Is this an interference, because love didn't need to have eye to hear you sing for it.
Why does love always need to be caught? Now you know you don't have to run after something that is staring at you straight in the face.
Peace be with you, love is here; for it always has been.
It has its own philosophy, mere gentle hands can break hearts; only for when your heart is stone. We weren't born of it, but of flesh instead.
Love is the veil which is the protection from us just freezing into place.
It moves freely, this love, pushing us forward and its here when you need to be pushed back as well, for love is here.
You can close your eyes and cover your ears as you please, but when you uncover them you'll realize that love is still near.
You may push and pull, bite and scream, but for love it will always infest your heart.
This infection will live with you for the rest of your life, even the day after you die.
It will shape you into the person you will become, so gently open the door.
For, love is here.