Have you ever wondered what makes the grass grow;
Have you ever noticed how rainbows glow;
Have you ever seen into eyes of death;
Have you ever smelled such refreshing breath;
Have you ever felt the pureness of love;
Have you ever found the peace of a dove;
Have you ever held a handle of a blade;
The glitter in her eyes is what make grass grow;
The wind in her hair is what makes rainbows glow;
The thought of her leaving is equal to death;
The smell of her neck takes away your breath;
The cleanness of her hearth makes the love so pure;
The calmness of her voice is the peace and a cure;
Her powerful shout is what holds the blade;
For you love only once and my love is you,
you love only once and that is the truth.
