Love is a shield, to hide behind.
Love is a field, to grow inside..
And when I sometimes close my eyes
my mind starts spinning round.
Love is a baby,
in a mother arms,
Love is your breath
which makes me warm.
There is a feeling, that flows through me, when you are near you make it real.
And we could live for this ideal, and all the pictures we run through,
seem to be perfect
seem to be true.
But nothing is quite forever,
especially staying together.

I don't care now.
What comes along,
what counts is us,
no matter what will be
just this naivety.