Why measure my love with the grief,
In my tears
running down my cheeks?
There’s a
lot left unknown,
That I have
treasured within for years,
What
meaning do we make, you and I?
When love
has it all, all of it…
Why run out
of words, when there is,
So much to
say that a life-time won’t suffice?
Why cry as
you disappear into thin air,
Life is
destined for all that way, not otherwise!
Why not
embrace life from a distance,
As we see
days passing by?
What
meaning do we make, you and I?
When love
has it all, all of it…
Why reach
the stars when heaven,
Is in the
joy of a moment?
Only glance
at the moon, before you know,
Life? It’s
done, mate.
What
meaning do we make, you and I?
When love
has it all, all of it…
How am I to show
my hearts ache?
How do I
say it? Tell me, for love’s sake,
For I am in
love with the merry gold in my garden,
With the
sky that’s vast and blue,
With the
melody of the rustling branches,
With my
life, as real as true,
With the
smile on every face,
That is as holy and as lovely as you!
Why? Am I
not audible?
I am crying
as loud as the silence of the night!
You may
choose not to believe me,
But there
is love, and love is more,
When the
sky is dark outside
What
meaning do we make, you and I?
When love
has it all, all of it?
If love it
is, then love be it!