Is my heart true, and do I really love?
Or is this a trick, sent down from above?
The ends of my lips turn up towards the sky,
Whenever we connect, eye to eye.
Yet do I care if you're glad?
I'd hate to ever see you sad.
But will my love for you find an end?
Time means nothing to me, my friend.
For you would I stop this spinning world?
I'd keep on trying, despite being hurled.
Would I lay down on the tracks?
Why I'd take a seat and relax.
Would I grant your wish upon a star?
I'd grab you that sun, now matter how far.
Would I knock on Death's black door?
With a smile, I would do this and more.
But these things, would I tell you?
That's something my love, I just can't do.
So is this love that I speak by pen?
Or am I just mistaken again?