How would I know love?
Would it be whispered in a bated breath
Words rendering my heart's desire
Would it be an unfathomable beauty
Unconquered destinations, within my grasp
Would the stars descend from heaven
Surging out of endless space
Would cherubs take wings of flight
A thousand words echoing sweet rapture
Would my lips be pursed with sultry utterance
Articulately orchestrated without chasm
Would it sound like the nightingale
Impaling itself in superlative song
Would the whole world still to listen
In a stifled splendour
Would magenta winds gust
Cutting across the veins of the mesas and arroyos
Would symphonies circle through rhythmic spheres
Melodious prelude ascending with the aurora
Would the warm, crimson sun
Draw the spring into my heart
Would a shaded monochrome paint
Not only the flowers, but the shadow of roses
Would love survive death into eternity
Enclosed in a sanctuary of elysium
How will I know love?
Would it be whispered in a bated breath
Words rendering my heart's desire
Would it be an unfathomable beauty
Unconquered destinations, within my grasp
Would the stars descend from heaven
Surging out of endless space
Would cherubs take wings of flight
A thousand words echoing sweet rapture
Would my lips be pursed with sultry utterance
Articulately orchestrated without chasm
Would it sound like the nightingale
Impaling itself in superlative song
Would the whole world still to listen
In a stifled splendour
Would magenta winds gust
Cutting across the veins of the mesas and arroyos
Would symphonies circle through rhythmic spheres
Melodious prelude ascending with the aurora
Would the warm, crimson sun
Draw the spring into my heart
Would a shaded monochrome paint
Not only the flowers, but the shadow of roses
Would love survive death into eternity
Enclosed in a sanctuary of elysium
How will I know love?
