Styot

I always like to think about things and often think I over analyse the world, or maybe I just don't analyse enough. (yes, that's a joke)

Soul Love:

Stone love-she kneels before the grave
A brave son-who gave his life to see the slogan
That hovers 'tween the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving

New love-a boy and girl are talking
New words-that only they can share in
New words-a love so strong it tears their hearts
To sleep-through the fleeting hours of morning
Love is careless in its choosing-sweeping over cross a baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none-just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love-and love is not loving

Soul love-the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love-and how my God on high is
All love-though reaching up my loneliness evolves
By the blindness that surrounds him

Love is careless in its choosing-sweeping over cross a baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none-just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love-and love is not loving