Love is beautiful,
Fierce and strong.
An insatiable, all-consuming fire.
A lion pacing on the red hot embers of desire.
Love is a thirst that's never quenched,
A sacred flame that can't be drenched by icy showers of sobriety
Or a society strangled by notions of propriety.
So what kind of love is this,
This love that dares not speak its name?
This love that hangs its head in shame?
Is this so-called love even worthy of its name?
True love doesn't lie,
It doesn't hide,
And it will never be denied
The right to sing its furious song in the sad, empty streets from dusk 'til dawn.
Love laughs at fear
And cries out its name for all to hear.
Love is beautiful,
fierce and loud.
But most of all,
Love is proud.