Lips of love.

Time has no compass not when love is the guide
It comes from within
A burning deep inside

It crosses seas and oceans, comes to waves and the tides

It holds the stars in the night, like little candles burning, makes its way towards the soul
That's calling out and yearning

Love has its own agenda
Little like notes of a song, it moves From country to country
Collecting the pieces
As it travels along

It builds with high emotion, burning like the biggest flame, and melts upon the lips of love
When speaking out it's name

Love cannot be divided
Nor taken from the soul
Love it comes to complete you, your heart not broken but whole.