Why is it they say,

Why is it they say,

That love conquers all?

But when it touches me,

To my knees I fall.

All of these feelings

My thoughts they swamp

Love is a foothold,

A key to my lock

The lock holds shut

What I cannot tell

The simple thoughts

And loves first spell

Cast with a glance,

Of practiced ease,

Love astounds,

All that appeased.

What can I tell you,

That none shall know?

My simplistic fears,

Of deaths hallows.

My love will bind me,

But shall untie me,

As love,

Shall conquer all