Love
Love is a word...

What makes a man a man
What does it take...

Always searching for the right one
Always looking for that one thing...

One by one they catch my eye
One after another they walk on bye...

Please let me reclaim
Some sort of sanity...

The curvature of your beauty
Enchanted my mind...

Blood must run
From our veins...

You ask me to throw my past away
I Will Not...

Perfection stares back at you from the reflection...
One by one the cloths begin to come off...

I enjoy quiet places
They bring to me that which...

Sacred Act!!
I followed the rose pedals to the bedroom...

The grip of sadness
Is a strong one indeed...