Love is not just lust
Like a rose with admirers,
It's the face through the glass windows
And opening your door to strangers

It's the hand you want to hold
And the lips you want to seal
The one the sun kisses,
A perpetual ordeal

But what would I know of love?
Never sealed any lips
Or been sunkissed,
All I've taken are sips

Still I know I may have
The ability to deny,
The hollow of my heart
Which it has been from the start.