In the Book of Love you'll find me
dancing to a melody - my own
tune, my memories, dissolving,
Back to the drawing board take me,
fill me, complete me - find me
in wild flowers by the way side,
pebbles, brooks and landslides.
Through pages blank now draw me
out of nothing - building, creating
life-long journeys, painting
rainbows, endings, beginnings.
In the Book of Love you'll leave me
humming softly - a fresh melody,
new life, hope, harmony,
lifting, haunting symphony.