The day seems dull,
The stars are dim,
But the light inside still shines.
Your heart still beats,
Your body warm,
Love can never die.
Although the rain does clatter down,
And the sun denies to shine,
The life inside, unlike today is glowing with the sun.
Love is the hand that touches yours,
The heart that dances too.
Love is the sunlight pouring down,
To warm the ground below.
Love is the sea carresing the shore,
The sand that blows and swirls.
Love is the fruit that ripens,
In the warmth of day.
Love is the rain that falls upon us,
Nourishing us all.
Love is a little kindness,
A kindness to warm a heart.
Love is sharing together,
What little we do have.
Love is caring,
And never giving up.
Love is the holding of memories,
Close inside of you.
Love is every heart beat,
In tune with the sea.
Love is every rising sun,
And every setting day.
Love can be whatever,
What evers in your heart,
Of kindness, love and happy times,
Times that never fade.
Love is what we wish for,
And when it all comes true.
Love is what we have right now,
And what we always do.
The houses seem to doze,
In the dying light of day.
They warmly glow, like fires light,
Sighing softly, welcoming the night.
In the softly blowing breeze,
They breathe,
Billowing with smoke.
They close their eyes,
And settle down,
To while away the night.
If we got a brush,
And swept up all the town,
Took down the towers,
pulled down each and every house,
And if we scraped away the pavement,
What would we have.
Sweeping trees and grassy scenes.
The beautiful countryside.
Underneath all this noice and brashness,
We have the truth, the real,
The country side,
A beautiful scene,
A wonderous place,
of peace and harmony.
But instead we have a city, perhaps of dreams,
But one day we will sweep it all away and keep just the dreams.
Until that day does come we will love what we do have.
The city seems to come alive,
Shouting in the night.
The tower blocks with blinking eyes,
Glistening with their light,
Like tiny stars amongst the sky,
Shining with all their might.
With the buzz of life,
And the whining cars,
The city dances on.
But with the awakinging of the sun,
The city begins to ceise,
And dozes in the morning light of dawn,
To reat for another night.