Love never lies; It's pure clarity Who claims it does Has never earned its glow Perhaps they've planted Thorns in honesty And now they reap The cold their choices sow If it wounds It's full of intensity Like fire that burns And pulls me in its flow To those who judge It leaves but a memory Of light their hearts Could never truly show And if Love's wrath Consumes my every day I take it as a gift Not as torment They're wounds that heal The sadness on my way And turn my pain Into a sweet lament Love is a flame that blinds And still ignites Compassionate when hearts Are strong and true If it's unkind It's 'cause something it fights For those who scorn It taste its bitter hue But I, who suffer And embrace its heat Carry its trials like praises Bittersweet For pain itself can be poetic art A gift the world receives From Love's pure heart And if Love's wrath Consumes my every day I take it as a gift Not as torment They're wounds that heal The sadness on my way And turn my pain Into a sweet lamente And if Love's wrath Consumes my every day I take it as a gift Not as torment They're wounds that heal The sadness on my way And turn my pain Into a sweet lament I'd trade a thousand worlds For Love's torment For in its fire, life burns With bright delight Among its trials I find my nourishment To love is feeling Even through the night And if Love's wrath Consumes my every day I take it as a gift Not as torment They're wounds that heal The sadness on my way And turn my pain Into a sweet lament Oh, Love, my thorn And my celestial skies Within my heart Your path forever lies