It lights a fire in the soul,
It can turn diamonds back to coal.
It can still the dice,
Set fire to ice,
Make the dry bones to roll,
And cause the bells to toll.
It both gives life meaning,
And is pain's sharpest stinging.
It both saves the day,
And paints the lonesome grey.
Tethers two together,
Like birds of a feather.
Yet can drive one to pieces
It's its own seeming antithesis.
All the power on earth,
It is all the sorrow all the mirth.
But what is love and its rolls,
If not one fleshy heart with two souls.
