Soft rain on stone streets
Daffodils in yellow fields
Young hearts wander through assemblies
Eyes meet over tea
Dreaming the scenes
Perfect love
Perfect scene
Stories we carry in our myths
Romantic comedies dreams
Are they an escape field
Or maps to a place we haven’t been?
Tell me—What is love?
Tell me—What is love?
Tell me—What is love? Love love
(Lalalalalalove)
Is it the spark between
Or the light we discover within?
If love lives within
Waiting for courage
Waiting to be noticed
How might we learn To live?
Somewhere in the pages
Confessions trembling
“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”
Love…
a quiet gesture
Jane Austen herself
Tenderness…
Fireworks
Perfect timing
Script of a cinematic Kiss
Boy with daffodils
Recognition
Another soul
Is walking beside me
Through centuries we fed the myth
Wondering if love will arrive like this
An orchestra on a fireworks screen
What if love is already here
Breathing softly within
A quiet spring…
Waiting…
For the flower's emerging
What if the source is not the meeting
Rather the becoming?
What if the spark between
Is a mirror
A Love awakening within?
tell me—What is love?
Tell me—What is love?
Tell me—What is love? Love love
Is it the spark between
Or the light we discover within?
If love lives within
Waiting for courage
Waiting to be noticed
How might we learn To live?
Night sets over Bath
Moonlight Upon Avon
All the heroines sleep beside us
Fairytale endings in our dreams
Love grows
Where truth lives
Falling Asleep
Asking the question they did:
If stories taught us how to dream it
Life teaches how to grow it
Tell me—What is love?
Tell me—What is love?
Tell me—What is love? Love love
Is it the spark between
Or the light we discover within?
If love lives within
Waiting for courage
Waiting to be noticed
How might we learn To live?
How might we Learn to live?
How might we love love within?
How might we find courage to be?
Fairytale beginnings…
Fairytale beginnings…
Fairytale beginnings…
Love is a question within…
A golden string connecting our dreams...
