Beauty, listless love and effortless satisfaction.
The steam and coals of life.
Supporting you through your lowest lows and your highest highs.
In the clouds one day, underground the next.
Love is a battlefield, said once.
This rings a familiar chord.
A chord that loves, loves deep inside me.
Fighting not only for your life, but for your love.
Someone to share the beauty with.
Someone else there.
This is love.

But no, the love is gone!
Tragedy, tragedy strikes.
All is lost.
Not knowing what to do!
Then, you close your eyes, and you know you’ll get through it.
All was lost.