I’ll write a poem out of a restless symphony
A question of what my love could be,
How will I do it, and why is it for thee?
Yes, it is not the kind of love that nurtures the world,
But it’s the gift of my love more precious than gold
Fertile with tears and strengthened by faith
a martyr love that’s willing to wait.
It will exist under God’s guidance and light
It will shine under the dark velvet night
My love may not be as luminous as the sun
But it will be your amber spark when all the light is gone
My love will enter as gentle as the southern blow
The purest intention, like clouds to the delicate flakes of snow
My heart will rage against, test, criticism and mortal doubts
It’ll express more that the poetic metaphor of human mouths,
It’s faithful, it’s rare, it’s humble, and it’s true
You found by accident, a treasure intended for you,
If ever you’ll reject this love I give
It’ would be like the world fallen to oblivion, and it’s better not to live
But until there would be, a speck of hope in the desert sand;
And a drop of will in the vast oceans
My love will stretch beyond the notion of destiny,
And find my way back to the source of my restless symphony
A question of what my love could be,
How will I do it, and why is it for thee?
Yes, it is not the kind of love that nurtures the world,
But it’s the gift of my love more precious than gold
Fertile with tears and strengthened by faith
a martyr love that’s willing to wait.
It will exist under God’s guidance and light
It will shine under the dark velvet night
My love may not be as luminous as the sun
But it will be your amber spark when all the light is gone
My love will enter as gentle as the southern blow
The purest intention, like clouds to the delicate flakes of snow
My heart will rage against, test, criticism and mortal doubts
It’ll express more that the poetic metaphor of human mouths,
It’s faithful, it’s rare, it’s humble, and it’s true
You found by accident, a treasure intended for you,
If ever you’ll reject this love I give
It’ would be like the world fallen to oblivion, and it’s better not to live
But until there would be, a speck of hope in the desert sand;
And a drop of will in the vast oceans
My love will stretch beyond the notion of destiny,
And find my way back to the source of my restless symphony