The Nature Of Love

I never knew the warmth of summer

You never saw the death of fall

Your flowers will not bloom in winter

And spring won't know my snow at all

There is no heart that can't be broken

No dream that will not fade and die

No hurtful word that won't be spoken

No greeting that means not goodbye

You know the looks to make me angry

I know the words that make you cry

There is no love, no understanding

Each tender moment is a lie

And yet in every sigh the wind blows

I hear your voice like lovers do

Your name is whispered by the shadows

And every stranger looks like you


July 03, 2004