Love is like a harp
You start by reading notes, but...

Although late at night
I don't mind the commotion...

When looking at the puzzle
Of the jigsaw that I solved...

A pencil in hand
Which came from a tree...

Sometimes the moon will speak to me
Just as you do with words...

I still get lost within moments
When I'm caught by your eye...

Sometimes love will set the scene
For this moment not to pass...

Why does love always seem to end cruel
And yet when it starts, it is so divine...

I have realised love
Does not always form...

It was a chance encounter
We were never meant to meet...

With you there's often perfect
A time that would stand still...

When I was young, I'd plant a seed
With all the help from mum I'd need...