It's not what we've seen on the world's painted screen
Selfish or cruel, a game of the heart to be toyed with
Not a glorified feeling that destroys all who touch it in the end
But a gift that was given when time began
It's the essence that fills all human desire
But a mirrored reflection of something much higher
And we are just vessels, which carry this light given to show one another
Who love was written by
I am cracked and flawed, So are you
But these are spaces for the light to come pouring through
Maybe the more we let out, the stronger it'll grow
Till all who, fall in its path feel the warmth of its glow
And our love will be a river, flowing out into the sea
Started in the mountains
Where you washed my feet

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