Love has many names,
but all I hear is hers.
She is the beat of my heart,
the blood in my veins.
She is the reason I’m alive,
the cure for my pains.
She is everything,
she is Melody.
Love is beautiful,
but not compared to her.
She is the beat of my heart,
the blood in my veins.
She is the reason I’m alive,
the cure for my pains.
She is everything,
she is Poetry.
She has many names,
and many faces,
but most of all:
She is the beat of my heart,
the blood in my veins.
She is the reason I’m alive,
the cure for my pains.
She is everything,
she is My Love
