Publisher's Synopsis
a drop of water once spoke of a river
a river endless as time
its bright waters passionately streaming
and waves ebbing a joyful rhyme
you don't know
you don't know
how much
my fingers
bled
when i
removed
the thorns
from
your heart
you are
you are
a rare creature
a myth
buried
in a secret page
of literature
one day
the world will have
to dig in
and exhume you
from my heart
to see
how your soul
spills
from your body
giving light
to the stars
do not move a mountain
do not move a mountain
with your faith
it is a crime
only move me
with your love
and mountains will swim
across the oceans
trees will touch the stars
for even a rose could love a thorn
if you were mine
