Love

Love.
Tender on the tongue,
So heavy on the heart.
...Love.

Beauty rains down, unpredictable showers
Drenching, soaking us through to the bone
And so our hearts have tendencies to cower
From the cold, damp, fear of being alone

But power is oh so seducing, eyelashes in rain
We can only stand and stare
Such a shame, this dosen\\\'t have a face
But if it did, I\\\'m sure it would be yours.

***

Because thats what you are to me
You\\\'re everything that I can\\\'t see
Yet you fall down from the sky
And I can\\\'t deny you, I won\\\'t try

In your eyes I see the sun, the moon, the stars
You complete me, as I see what could be ours
In your eyes I see everything I want to be
But will never be... because you don\\\'t love me

And it\\\'s something I cannot change
With all the power in the world I cannot rule your heart
I\\\'ve tried and tried so hard again,
I\\\'ve wished and prayed but I just tore myself apart

Love - I convicned myself I\\\'d never feel
Love - I never really saw the appeal

Running, hiding, like laughing lovers
In a storm, underneath a tabloid, but lost
Within their own world, there are no others
Their souls complete, their hearts starcrossed

***

Love.
Gracious in its nature,
Snarling in consequence
...Love.
The time when I denied it
Seems so far away
Because when I saw you
Everything changed

I love you now,
I loved you then
But, oh, these trivial matters
Don\\\'t mean a thing to you

I\\\'m still standing in the cold,
I thought the sun would shine
Once admitted, and truth was told
Whatever I say you will never be mine
I can stand, statue still, soaked
In the rain of a thousand tears,
Probably mine, despite the times I choked
All of them back, for what seems like years

This is what you are to me
A thousand words wrapped
In the disguise of a plea
I cannot make you love me, so I\\\'ll be forever trapped

Locked outside, coldest winds and harsh rain
Nothing comapred to the love of pain
And pain of love, especially your own
But not forgetting the fear of being alone

Love.
An eternal creation
Beautiful imitation
Love...

The cliched image of a summers day
Could possibly match what we try to say
...And that is, everything.
Nature, beating hearts
Revolving, resolving
Love.

Love.
Tender on my tongue
Eyelashes in rain
...Love.