If beauty was not so cold, and yet so bold love would here be by now,
I dream of a life to expect love, I wish I did not have to dream or wish upon a star,
To have to embrace more than sensual or intimate love,
Wanting to ignite love and spread it like warm butter on a freshly baked loaf of bread,
We speak of such a thing as if it was a dream.
© 2013 Along with the wind