Love of my life lays on my chest
Born of my soul he fills my nest
Eyes full of fire soft blacks and reds
Those dark brown spheres that make me beg
Who says I'm worthy of this light
Don't know for sure but I won't fight
Or mock or waste this precious gift
Of love so pure, the stuff of myths
Love of my life lays on my chest
Born of my soul he fills my nest
Eyes full of fire soft blacks and reds
Those dark brown spheres that make me beg
Who says I'm worthy of this light
Don't know for sure but I won't fight
Or mock or waste this precious gift
Of love so pure, the stuff of myths