My love is sweet, my love is tender,
Yet in your scornful eyes, I can see you will not surrender.
Surrender that heart you keep locked in your stoned-fortress,
And your arms wrap around it eternally while you wait in your lily-white bride's dress.
Waiting, for the one who is willing to bleed for you,
To cross that thorn-covered fortress, glimpsing only the roses that linger with the sweet smell of you.
My love is warm, my love is soft,
I've tried to break that fortress down my love,
With mallets, fires and winds of fury,
Yet you won't let me in, won't let me approach, but I'm not in a hurry.
I'll wait for you, wait until you hurt no more;
And I know that one day your fortress will crumble,
for stone cannot defeat what time has in store.
