Love is the sound of a soul
Breaking loose of its mortal coil
Breathing in the amber sun
And relinquishing its sullen toil
It is the scent of jasmine in spring
Calling forth ancient tides
Of insufferable, gracious emotions
Binding us to the warmth of time
And Love is the sight of a gentleman oaf
Clumsy, bull-headed, taking the hand
Of a Beautiful Girl so delicate, angelic
Vowing his eternal devotion...
