There is a love you sold to me
I kept it under lock
Yet you hold the key

My cold fire you have my fingers anesthetized and sedated with these tenses and bars
I need to write of lovers' true tale
I won't furnish it with pearls and rubies for the truth doesn't have to rhyme

I believe together we wrote our destiny
Long before we met
We painted the perfect potrait and yet when you
Look at it you complain of the colours being too dull

I...