To Live of Love.

Listening to classical symphony
While reading a text that is important to me
Something I know so well
That once made me close my shell.

Love can be a burden,
As a kind of freedom
It only matters the way you see it
It only matters the way you feel it
It is something deep, bleeds within me
It is something surreal, and so natural
Love is all we need,
Love is all we breath
But some, just does not know it
And some, beyond to bleed of love,
Lives love,
Lives of love.