in the photograph
the girl is crying
the desire burnt
her lost lovers
lovers never last
you hold on pleading to me
to stand up and never despair
this is the vulnerable age
so put your touch on love
love is it an ocean
made out of pure joy
love is it a monument
meant for us to worship
woman held the gold
she held the power
woman made the man
she made the fire
you hold on pleading to me
to stand up and never despair
this is the vulnerable age
so put your touch on love
love is it an ocean
made out of pure joy
love is it a monument
meant for us to worship
shroud the gentler thoughts
in our touching
leave the emptiness
to our brothers
put your touch on love