Blood veins and locked chains
The things you will have to cross...

The man uses his hawk-like eyes
Stalking, hunting for his prey...

Her smiles, picture perfect
Her looks, innocent, pure...

Princess walking down the isle,
Inherited queen's beauty's galore...

Weight she carries on her chest,
Within her thighs and legs as well...

True love, I never did understand
That was until our song was heard...

Woman takes hold of her gorgeous baby,
Proud to be a mother of a newborn child...

An elderly walks with his lovely cane,
Following into nature's engaging smell...

The woman sits quietly at the table,
Looking at the girl across in shame...

O dear heart, what is love?
Is it something to see? Feel...

Sweet and fulfilling
Grow older with me...

Sadness and depression
How cliched can you be...