Heart of Glass: The search for Love
Love flows from the heart
like water from a spring.
A love without end
like the circular ring.
True love is the gem
for which we'd walk through fire.
To be loved honestly
is what we desire.
Unconditional love
overlooking our faults...
That giddy feeling of love
for which the heart somersaults.
As it dangles before us
we wear our hearts on a sleeve...
Hoping to tempt it
as we so want to believe.
That, tho it's illusive,
we can draw it near...
Without breaking the heart
for that's what we fear.
A broken heart
takes so long to mend.
Is it really worth it
if we hurt in the end?
It very well must be
because we take the risks...
always dangling our hearts
like glass obelisks.
But if we succeed
then our heart starts to sing...
as the love flows through us
like water in a spring.
Love flows from the heart
like water from a spring.
A love without end
like the circular ring.
True love is the gem
for which we'd walk through fire.
To be loved honestly
is what we desire.
Unconditional love
overlooking our faults...
That giddy feeling of love
for which the heart somersaults.
As it dangles before us
we wear our hearts on a sleeve...
Hoping to tempt it
as we so want to believe.
That, tho it's illusive,
we can draw it near...
Without breaking the heart
for that's what we fear.
A broken heart
takes so long to mend.
Is it really worth it
if we hurt in the end?
It very well must be
because we take the risks...
always dangling our hearts
like glass obelisks.
But if we succeed
then our heart starts to sing...
as the love flows through us
like water in a spring.
