I believe there are two types of love.
One like ours, beautiful based upon trust.
Another that’s blind without a care.
That can land just about anywhere.
I’ve felt both, I confess that I have.
But I converted to the first, to say I’m glad.
Because ours is something I’d never found.
Never in my life had it been so sound.
Yeah right! I hear you scorn.
But I promise you Beauty, I feel reborn.
There are two types of love I know.
But ours is the truth and I’m never letting it go.