Oh, love
You may sigh
Could procure love
If we're allied
And all love
Should hide in plain sight
And oh, love
On the flipside
Could abhor love
If we're partite
But all love
Don't all script right
Gorgeous flowers don't look right
When
Languorous hours fill each night
Numbed by the clamour of this life
Where all love
Should hide in plain sight
