This love not suited to the cakestore window, of sickly sweets and cherry pies
Encompasing the fear and anger, twisted ego pride and lies
A bitter love, no not at all,
A trumpet vibrating through the walls
And though it hurts to see them fall
Love will be there standing tall
Neither mine nor yours to take or give
Are we in love, NO, love just is
In the crowded places or alone
Love will BE, never there nor gone