won’t you tell a story?
One that does not center around
power or glory—
A simple tale of love that is
tender and sweet,
Forever glorified, still
uncorrupted, with a steady heartbeat.
Or better still of love that’s
also passionate and wild,
That holds the light of youth
and makes you playful like a child.
Then let me fall in love.
I’ve heard people speak of sad
ending and broken hearts,
But the heart does heal and
where one thing ends, another starts.
I’ve heard them say they wished
they never knew such pain
But to wish for pain- free love
is to wish in vain.
And anyway, pain does not have to
If love is a gift, to it yield
Cause when you fall in love,
you fall in love
With everything, with everyone,
And you look at the world
through a new pair of eyes
And you see fear – it crawls,
but love – it flies.
So fly with it, grow a pair of wings and soar up high,
This bird, it sings a lullaby.
Close your eyes now, go asleep,
And dream a dream of falling deep in love.