Dream is not to wake The Way
Care is not to take away
Breast is not to bake n play
Love is not to make n slay
Usually love is naturally born
Caesearan birth makes it biting n porn
By nature it's blind hot n scorn
True love has soft honey n hard horn
We fall in love 'cause we've hope n desire
For love we will live n destined to die
We come we struggle n we go
Love is with us from head to toe
It has broght us endless sweet mess
Without it the world be essentially dead
It's heavenly Helen made the Horse red
Our Butterfly Dream leads us to field n bed