I did make love and gave it.
And I don’t regret heated moments missed,
Dripping in sweat after sex.
I’m not in need,
To make that kind of love,
To know it.
I’m not in need to make love,
To know it.
Everytime I feed to you,
And expression I am feeling…
It comes from love.
Every moment you are in my thoughts…
With an image brought into mind.
It comes from love.
Anytime I find I can be there,
With a message to deliver…
To send to be felt by you within,
It comes from love.
So does my anguish.
When I mistake your response,
Misunderstanding a nuance.
And beset by confusion,
No one intended to begin!
To leave what was meant…
To end in lament.
That too comes from love.
And it took those misunderstandings,
To make this understood…
It comes from love.
I’m not in need to make love,
To know it.
I did make love and gave it.
And I don’t regret heated moments missed,
Dripping in sweat after sex.
I’m not in need to make love,
To know it.
I need to make life more loved.
To allow me within it to grow.
And to see it…
Everywhere in my view.
And if I do that now…
More love than I ever knew,
Can be known.
And that’s the kind of love,
I’ve grown to be let shown.
And my need for that overwhelms.
Just like love does,
When anyone is in it…
And knows that what one has,
Is more than enough to give.