Is sweet on the tongue,
It flows under the influence like the heat of a mirage.
Love sounds like sultry sizzling the Sahara
And when it swells a heart
Love becomes a trembling, work of art.
Oh how we need it
Like the desert needs a drizzling rain
An oh how we feed it
So much fire, and so much pain.
And we beg it
To never tear us apart,
And we ask it
To never leave us again –
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