Let not the earth breathe nor the mounts reach their peak
Let not the heart beat that no mouth may speak
Let all art be still and no acts proceed
Let all hats bear the seal that no heart should recede.
This day my heart is in fright; in fright of the one thing that puts the soul in high flight.
What my soul feels my mouth cannot speak
What fills my soul, my mind cannot pick
Could this be........?
What I feel is ill but it feels quite good
Whatever it is, it puts me in good mood
Could this be love?
The feeling I so much refused has become so profuse
The feeling I so much abused in it I now so much muse
Could this be love that I am feeling?
Could it be from love that I need a healing?
Could it be love that put me in so much fright?
Could it be love I am fighting with so much might?
Could I be.......?