Nineteen

I finally found a way to get away;

I can't believe I'm out here on my own.
Making plans now, dreaming about someday.
I'll write and sing my way through the unknown.

I'm happily nineteen,

And twenty's around the bend.
I'm free; I'm young and lean,
And time is my best friend.

I'm sure I'll find true love;

I'll make my dreams come true.

I'm floating, thinking of

All the cool things I'll do.

I run around Lake Hollingsworth sometimes.

I study hard; I work part-time, as well.

I practice piano and I jot down rhymes.

Perhaps I'll finally transfer to Cornell.

I'm happily nineteen,

And twenty's around the bend.
I'm free; I'm young and lean,
And time is my best friend.

I'm sure I'll find true love;

I'll make my dreams come true.

I'm floating, thinking of

All the cool things I'll do.

And I feel so free; my heart is full of praise—

Tho I miss my brothers and my mom and dad.

But we'll be together for the holidays.

Life is good; why should anyone feel sad?

I'm happily nineteen,

And twenty's around the bend.
I'm free; I'm young and lean,
And time is my best friend.

I'm sure I'll find true love;

I'll make my dreams come true.

I'm floating, thinking of

All the cool things I'll do.

Wind is blowing hard; I'm standing still.

I hope this feeling lasts; I'm sure it will. . .

© 2021 David Acosta

I'll Take Your Love

If I set my affections on what I think I want,

I'll lose out on love.
If I chase my dark ambitions; if a lie is what I flaunt,
I'll lose out on love.

I'll take your love;

Lead me out of this selfish place.

Without your love,

Life is just a dark, placeless space.

What if set my affections on things above?

Sounds like a plan; I think I'll take your love.

If I run into darkness and tell myself it's light,

I'll lose out on love.

If I sit with the scoffers who tell me wrong is right,

I'll lose out on love.

I'll take your love;

Lead me out of this selfish place.

Without your love,

Life is just a dark, placeless space.

What if set my affections on things above?

Sounds like a plan; I think I'll take your love.

Why do I chase wayward dreams?

Why do I doubt you when they fall apart?

Unstitch these seams; undo my schemes.

Unlace this knotted, untrustworthy heart.

I am broken, but take me anyway.

I am weary, but hear me when I say...

I'll take your love;

Lead me out of this selfish place.

Without your love,

Life is just a dark, placeless space.

What if set my affections on things above?

Sounds like a plan; I think I'll take your love.

© 2021 David Acosta

Pretty City

Pretty City got neon soul
But it need more heart
Said it need more heart
Pretty City hot, smooth and bold
But it dark and cold
Said it dark and cold

Pretty City need more kindness

Pretty City push and shove

Pretty City peddle blindness

Pretty City need real love

Pretty City shine just like gold

But it steal the light

Said it steal the light

Pretty City pipe dream get sold

But a dream bankrolled

Won't remove blindfold

Pretty City need more kindness

Pretty City push and shove

Pretty City peddle blindness

Pretty City need real love

And it say take a chance

Make a friend tonight

So you laugh and you dance

In the sad moonlight

And the city rain

Wash your dream away

And you hide the pain

And you fade away

Pretty City hope subverting

Pretty City push and shove

Pretty City people hurting

Pretty City need real love

© 2021 David Acosta

What If the Martians Are Us?

At first, they were into our jokes and our cokes,

Laughing and imitating us, just for kicks.

See, they wanted to schmooze with down-to-earth folks.

We partied together; they needed a fix.

They talked about a growing sunspot.

They said, "your future's what we've brought."

They showed up in fast, flying cars.

They told us they've terraformed Mars.

Talk amongst yourselves, now, discuss;
But what if the Martians are us?

They were searching for love, for peace and goodwill;

We wanted their stiff drinks and technology.

We gave them what they sought, and we had our fill

Of new high-tech gadgets and Martian green tea.

They talked about a growing sunspot.

They said, "your future will be frought

With war, but you'll have flying cars.

They told us they've terraformed Mars.

Talk amongst yourselves, now, discuss;
But what if the Martians are us?

Then they all got bored and flew to Io

With the music and art and lit we once knew.

They said, "Mars awaits you," but I'll bet they know

Someday we'll turn Mars into Earth Number Two.

They talked about a growing sunspot.

They said, "your future's what we've brought."

They flew away, into the stars.

But now we know we'll terraform Mars.

Talk amongst yourselves, now, discuss;
But what if the Martians are us?

© 2021 David Acosta

Let Us Partake

Beloved ones, 
Sing his praise as we gather now.
Let us rejoice, for we have been forgiven.

He dwells with us,

Though his ways are higher than ours.

Let us partake of the love he has given.

To everyone who calls upon his name,

He provides mercy and grace.

Come, praise the Savior in one accord.

We know that he is evermore the same.

He is here; let us embrace

The King of kings, Jesus Christ our Lord.

Beloved ones, 
Sing his praise as we gather now.
Let us rejoice, for we have been forgiven.

He dwells with us,

Though his ways are higher than ours.

Let us partake of the love he has given.

On the night when our Lord was betrayed,

He took break, and said, "This is my body,

Which is given for you.

Do this in remembrance of me.

In the same way he took the cup and said,

"This cup is the covenant in my blood,

Which is poured out for you 

Do this in remembrance of me."

[Instrumental interlude]

And when we eat this bread and drink this cup,

We are proclaiming his death,

With thanksgiving, until he comes.

He did not leave us comfortless; look up!

We were dead until his breath

Gave us life, and faith that overcomes.

Beloved ones, 

Sing his praise as we gather now.
Let us rejoice, for we have been forgiven.

He dwells with us,

Though his ways are higher than ours.

Let us partake of the love he has given.

© 2021 David Acosta

Nothing Left to Save

What shall we do today?

We ain't got much to say.
You talk of stuff you've bought;
I lose my train of thought.

And I'm lost here in this place;

It's a plotless, empty tome.

I keep walking to first base,

But I'm ready to go home,

To the solitude I crave,

Cuz there's nothing left to save.

Isn't there something more

Than what we've settled for?

I think we should explore

Something beyond this door.

Cuz I'm lost here in this place;

It's a plotless, empty tome.

I keep walking to first base,

But I'm ready to go home,

To the solitude I crave,

Cuz there's nothing left to save.

Do you see that shifting Escher staircase?

Look at us in an unfocused Kodachrome.

We no longer talk about faith and grace.

We tune in, we tune out; all we do is roam.

And we're stuck here in this place.

In this plotless, empty tome?

I keep walking to first base,

Knowing I should head back home,

To the solitude I crave,

Cuz there's nothing. . .

Cuz there's nothing. . .

Said there's nothing here...

Nothing left to save.

© 2021 David Acosta

The New Dark Age

Mr. L. DaVinci went for a good, long walk;
Mona was waiting for him.
Stepped on some dog poop, landed on sidewalk and chalk.
A voice spoke, "Pickings are slim."

Apparently he had stepped into a vortex;
The future had dragged him away.
The voice said, "Try not to upchuck; view the apex
Of uninspired art on display."

Suddenly a languishing choir
Offerred up a sad lament.
Leo, don't you wince; don't expire.
You've got to let this choir vent.

And here's what the voices from the future sang:

Who banished the inspiration?
Who sealed the imagination,
The common sense,
The influence of the greats?
Hey, this is the era of spiritless art!
Novices and mindless experts, take center stage!

Truth wandered away with beauty;
They died on a tour of duty,
Combatting fools
Who break all rules, and equate
Crude and crass with creative. Junk a-la-carte!
Welcome to the Anti-Renaissance, the New Dark Age.

Mr. Dostoevsky thought he needed a break;
He wandered into the night.
Found a crystal ball, but what he saw made him quake.
A voice spoke, "Go home; go write...

Never mind the languishing choir;
Disregard their prophecy.
Fyodor, stick to your home fires;
What's ahead you need not see."

But once again, the voices from the future sang:

Who banished the inspiration?
Who sealed the imagination,
The common sense,
The influence of the greats?
Hey, this is the era of spiritless art!
Novices and mindless experts, take center stage!

Truth wandered away with beauty;
They died on a tour of duty,
Combatting fools
Who break all rules, and equate
Crude and crass with creative. Junk a-la-carte!
Welcome to the Anti-Renaissance, the New Dark Age.

Mr. Dickens and Miss Austen,
Stay the course; remain where you are.
Don't wander; don't expose your eyes
To the horrors of what's to come.

Mr. Bach and Miss Pavlova,
The future is a world bizarre.
You need not see what you'd despise.
Oh, how you'd shun what we've become.

~   ~   ~

Oh, what have we become?

What have we become?
Creative minds and inspired hearts, step into the cage;
Welcome to the Anti-Renaissance, the New Dark Age.

© 2021 David Acosta

Make Music Instead

You don't have to fathom it all,
But you don't have to yield to this wall.
Get up, walk around;

Dulcet tones resound.

You need not return to your bed;

Make music instead.

You don't have to break with the news,

And you don't have to yield to the blues.

It's a brand new day;

Step out of the gray.

Drive those cobwebbed thoughts from your head;

Make music instead.

Don't ignore the song that longs to be formed.

Listen to it; don't let it fade.

Never mind those doubts; they are uninformed.

Cast them out now; don't be afraid.

You know love is true, you believe.

You're a weaver of tunes, so weave.

Words and melody

Long to be set free.

Disregard those doldrums you dread;

Make music instead.

Chaos everywhere,

Madness in the air.

Talking heads blare, "Hard days ahead!"

Make music instead.

© 2021 David Acosta

Your Love Remains

When I've wandered far,

When I fear I've strayed,

Your love remains,

Your love remains.

When I chase the dark,
When my hopes are frayed,

Your love remains,

Your love remains.

What kind of love is this,

This love you freely give?
So perfect, so complete,
This love that lives in me.

When I've been unjust,

When I've been betrayed,
Your love remains,

Your love remains.

When my dreams are crushed,

When my visions fade,

Your love remains,
Your love remains

What kind of love is this,
This love you freely give?
So perfect, so complete,
This love that lives in me.

I've been unfaithful,
I've been so heartless,
And yet you've loved me.
What kind of love is this?

What kind of love is this,
This love you freely give?
So perfect, so complete,
Love so amazing!

What kind of love is this,
This love you freely give?
So perfect, so complete,
This love that lives in me.


© 1986 David Acosta

The Shores of Loneliness

What do you do

When you're feeling restless?
I think I know what you're going through.
Who's calling you?
Aren't you're tired of searching
For a love you can hold onto?

You could take a chance

And bridge the wide expanse,

The mountain between us;
Why do these old fears lead us

To the shores of loneliness,
Fearful of the future, dreams undone.
It's a cold emptiness,
An endless night awaiting the dawning sun. 

Sometimes I dream
Of a love so tender,
And a peace like I've never known;
A moonlit sea,

An enraptured surrender.
But then I wake and I'm still alone.

Storms encircle me;
Dreams abandon me;
My thoughts start drifting;
My hopes are shifting

On the shores of loneliness,
Fearful of the future, dreams undone.
It's a cold emptiness,
An endless night awaiting the dawning sun. 

I've seen you on the other side

Of this uncharted isle, this wearisome dream.

, and yet we hide

Loneliness remains our mutual theme.

[instrumental interlude]

Do you know I'm here?

But I keep drifting;

My hopes are shifting

On the shores of loneliness,
Fearful of the future, dreams undone.
It's a forlorn emptiness,
An endless night that longs for the morning sun. 


David Acosta © 2021

Sweet Summer Sigh

Breezy, balmy love,

In your realm my soul delights;

Let me dwell beside you evermore.

Sunlit, silent love,

Lead me to your blissful heights;

Let me glimpse that soul-reviving shore.

Oh, lift me high; 

Change my point of view.

I'll reach the sky

And float away with you.

And I'll leave behind my woeful defenses,

As your sweet love overwhelms my senses...

Like a soothing summer lullabye,

Like a hazy daydream in July,

Like a sanctuary in the sky,

Like a salty sea's sweet summer sigh.

Timeless, tender love;

Spirit-wind, I must confess:

Without you my soul's a des'late place.

Hearty, hope-hued love;

Come warm the cold, colorless,

Wintry world within me with your grace.

Oh, lift me high; 

Change my point of view.

I'll reach the sky

And float away with you.

And I'll leave behind my woeful defenses,

As your sweet love overwhelms my senses...

Like a soothing summer lullabye,

Like a hazy daydream in July,

Like a sanctuary in the sky,

Like a salty sea's sweet summer sigh.

Like a soothing summer lullabye,

Like a hazy daydream in July,

Like a sanctuary in the sky,

Like a salty sea's sweet summer sigh.

© 2021 David Acosta

Fragrant Love

(based on John 12:1-8)

Before he headed toward Jerusalem,

Jesus came to the town of Bethany.

All his friends rejoiced as he greeted them;

Tonight he alone was the honoree.

Lazarus shared an anecdote or two;

Martha was a hostess culinary.

Then it happened, before the meal was through!

Suddenly all eyes were fixed on Mary.

Humbly and quietly, she took a pound

Of pure nard oil and knelt before the Lord.

Martha was speechless; Lazarus, spellbound.

Mary's tears sprinkled the oil as she poured.

Taking her time, she anointed his feet

And then began to wipe them with her hair!

Judas, indignant, stood up from his seat:

"We should have sold it for the poor's welfare!"

Jesus rebuked him: "Let her be!" he said,

"For the poor you will always have with you.

She'll keep it for my burial instead."

Weep at his feet was all Mary could do.

And as she continued, the house was filled 
With the mesmerizing scent of the oil.

And the windows sighed; and the breeze was thrilled

By a deed no treacherous foe could foil.

Mary raised her head, and her soul was stilled.

Two bright, merciful eyes shone from above.

She poured out her heart, and her heart was filled

By a truer fragrance: his words of love.

© 2021 David Acosta

Hearts and Likes

Your words have been on my mind all morning long;

I'm so thankful for the love you've given me.
I grab my phone: I like that pic! I love that song!
But do they even know you live in me?

How many likes have I reserved for you?
How many hearts do I figure you merit?
I say I love you; is it really true?
No one will ever know unless I share it.

Fads linger and leave; emojis come and go;

What do these hearts and likes reveal about me?

And what about this amazing love I know?

Will I choose to hide it or set it free?

How many likes have I reserved for you?
How many hearts do I figure you merit?
I say I love you; is it really true?
No one will ever know unless I share it.

Yes, I am well aware it's somewhat virtual,

This quick-and-easy, safe environment

Of happy selfies, memes, and buzzwords trivial.

Should I relax, go with the flow, and be content?

Keep it simple, easy does it; don't sweat it, okay?

Who am I kidding? I'm just not wired that way...

How many likes have I reserved for you?
How many hearts do I figure you merit?
I say I love you; is it really true?
No one will ever know unless I share it.

© 2021 David Acosta

Salt of the Earth, Light of the World

Part 1 - Inside: This Morning's Alluring Proposition

"Welcome, everyone!
Sit back and relax.
Try our new, homespun

Paraphrased extracts!

Loosen up, let go!

We've got a great show!

Back pew or ringside,

It's worth every dime!

Truth demystified!

Entertainment time!

At home? Great! Feet up!

Or...mask and meetup.

Instructions on-screen!

No eye-straining page--

That's too Byzantine!

Check out our big stage!

We sing all the hits

In tight l'il outfits!

You're done! Now return

To the daily grind.

What's that word? "Discern"?

Ignore it; unwind.

You've done your duty;

Let's not get snooty.

You're overthinking

This faith thing--hang ten!

Why are you linking

Faith and works again?

You're called to be what?

Salt? You're in a rut!"

Part 2 - Outside: This Evening's Enterprising Decision

"Road to Emmaus?

Travel back? Explore?

Think like Zacchaeus?

Find a sycamore?

If I could I'd climb.

Read on: I've got time.

His love is no myth!

Find Galilee's shores.

See him hanging with

Publicans and whores.

He blesses the cursed!

The last shall be first!

Buildings? Meetings? Yes,

But there's so much more!

If we're blessed, let's bless;

What's the calling for?

Seek the dying ones!

New daughters and sons!

Do they not matter?

How can we not care?

Love's a harsh clatter,

A Pharisee's prayer,

Till we say, 'Alright,

Let's be salt and light.'

I too am to blame;

Why should I grandstand?

I've hidden the flame;

My salt has been bland.

Lord, let my light shine!

My flavor refine!"

© 2021 David Acosta

"You are the salt of the earth,

but if the salt has lost its taste,

how shall its saltiness be restored?

It is no longer good for anything

except to be thrown out

and trampled under people's feet.

You are the light of the world.

A city on a hill cannot be hidden.

Nor do people light a lamp

and put it under a basket,

but on a stand, and it gives light

to all in the house. In the same way,

let your light shine before others,

so that they may see your good works

and give glory to your Father

who is in heaven." —— Jesus †

The Static Dance

Sometimes...leaving is the only reasonable option. . .

No wild dance moves; they like it nice and neat.
Just do-si-do, sit down, repeat, repeat.

This dance floor was designed for cautious feet.

You might as well forget it; have a seat.

Your Nureyev ideas they'll rebuff;

Your choreography's not needed here.

They're just not into that outlandish stuff.

Relax; sit down; don't try to interfere. 

Yeah, it's the latest version of the same old song,

The trite tradition and the trippy trance.

Forget originality and you'll belong.

Easy does it now--do the static dance!

Have all your efforts really been in vain?

Do you think you've overstayed your welcome?

What's the point? No one bothers to explain.

You could stay, but it won't change the outcome.

Stick around if you're not tired of the same old song,

The trite tradition and the trippy trance.

Forget originality and you'll belong.

Easy does it now--do the static dance!

To everything there is a season and a time:

A time to dance, a time to say "no more."

So if the dance floor feels like an uphill climb,

Just Fred-Astaire your way to the exit door!

Yeah, it's the latest version of the same old song,

The trite tradition and the trippy trance.

Forget originality and you'll belong.

Easy does it now--do the static dance!

Drink the mediocri-tea and you'll belong.

Or finally say goodbye to the static dance!

Static...
Static...
Static...dance...

Static...

Static...

Static...dance...

© 2021 David Acosta

Yours Everlastingly

Let me convey it;
Let me explain it to you.

No need to worry because

It's something you can't undo.

It's a love like no other, believe it.

It's all yours, you know, if you'll receive it.

Has anyone ever promised to die for you,

Then come back to life for you,

Fly beyond the sky for you,

And yet never leave you?

I have; it's true:

I love you.

Yes, you!

This love is timeless

It's ancient; it's brand new.

No need to doubt it because

My words are faithful and true.

Take it with you wherever you're going;

It exceeds feeling, wond'ring and knowing.

Has anyone ever promised to die for you,

Then come back to life for you,

Fly beyond the sky for you,

And yet never leave you?

I have; it's true:

I love you.

Yes, you!

Why are you hiding?

Why are you running?

When will you trust me?

What will it take for you to see?

This love is not like any other, you'll see.

Say you'll be mine; I'll be yours everlastingly.

Has anyone ever promised to die for you,

Then come back to life for you,

Fly beyond the sky for you,

And yet never leave you?

I have; it's true:

I love you.

Yes, you!

This love is not like any other, you'll see.

Say you'll be mine; I'll be yours everlastingly.

 © 2021 David Acosta

The Coming Kingdom

What will we sing in the kingdom?
What will we do with our time?

Will there be new roads to travel?

Will there be mountains to climb?

What will we wear in the kingdom?

What will we share when we meet?

Will there be wine? Will we dance there?

Will we recline? Will we eat?

Here's what I know:

It will exceed

Everything we've been dreaming of.

It's true! He is making all things new.

I wanna dance and sing

About the wondrous world to come.

Those who believe

Long to embrace our One True Love.

I do; don't you long to see him too?

Jesus, our Lord and King;

The Lamb of God, the Holy One.

There will be peace in that kingdom:

Swords into plowshares, at last

No loneliness, no divisions;

No one will be an outcast.

Love will abide in the kingdom.

No sin, no sickness, no pain.

Jesus will reign in the kingdom;

He will destroy death's domain.

It will exceed

Everything we've been dreaming of.

It's true! He is making all things new.

I wanna dance and sing

About the wondrous world to come.

Those who believe

Long to embrace our One True Love.

I do; don't you long to see him too?

Jesus, our Lord and King;

The Lamb of God, the Holy One.

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes.

There will be no more death

Or mourning or crying or pain,

For the old order of things has passed away."

Those who believe

Long to gaze into the eyes of Love.

I do; don't you long to see him too?

Jesus, our Lord and King;

The Lamb of God, 

The Prince of Peace,

The glorious Son of God,

The Holy One.

 © 2021 David Acosta

Innovative Love

I don't want to make it on my own.
If I ever attempt it, dethrone

My heart of stone, my pride, my vanity.

I'm nothing without you, Lord; refashion me.

All I see in me for all you say I'll be;

And by faith I'll seek what I will someday see.

Gather the scattered parts of me

That I have squandered needlessly.

Can you restore the pieces that fit together?

If you can, Lord, reconstruct me; and tether

My heart to your limitless, innovative love.

My identity is not self-made;

All my efforts to grow up will fade.

But if I trust the potter's gentle hands

I will become a man who understands

That you salvage broken things and make them new.

I am but a set of fragments without you.

Gather the scattered parts of me

That I have squandered needlessly.

Can you restore the pieces that fit together?

If you can, Lord, reconstruct me; and tether

My heart to your limitless, innovative love.

All I see in me for all you say I'll be;

And by faith I'll seek what I will someday see.

© 2021 David Acosta

This Abyss

Angry outbursts...
Hits and misses...
Paradise cursed...
This abyss isn't home sweet home.

I don't know what you are looking for,

And you don't see my soul anymore.

The bitter aftertaste of a kiss:

Is this the fade-out of peaceful bliss?

What we once treasured, we've judged amiss.

How did we end up in this abyss?

Storms colliding...

Weak defenses...

We're slip-sliding...

Fragile senses sense no hope.

You say you feel trapped inside this lie;

I don't want to know the reasons why.

The bitter aftertaste of a kiss:

Is this the fade-out of peaceful bliss?

What we once treasured, we've judged amiss.

How did we end up in this abyss?

Is there no hope for us?

Have all our dreams been banished?

Is this the end of love?

What we once shared has vanished!

Is this a mutual Judas' kiss?

Eden is gone, yet I hear a hiss.

Don't try to save this; don't reminisce.

Nothing to salvage in this abyss.

The bitter aftertaste of a kiss:

This is the fade-out of peaceful bliss!

What we once treasured, we've judged amiss.

How did we end up in this abyss?

Nothing to salvage in this abyss.

All hope is lost now. . .in this abyss.

© 2021 David Acosta

The Lingering Light of Love

I refuse to believe I've been misled,
But this phase feels like an ending.
Why is my pathway descending?

I see a shadowy valley ahead.

A dark voice is calling my name;

It's a cold and sinister flame.

But I will not fear; I will not doubt.

I will set my mind on things above.

In dark vales forlorn or moments devout

I'll trust the lingering light of love.

Storm clouds gather; their breath obscures the sun.

Are they conspiring against me?

Where I am headed I can't see.

There's that voice again! "Soon you'll come undone!"

I will press on; I won't heed it;

My hopes remain undefeated.

And I will not fear; I will not doubt.

I will set my mind on things above.

In dark vales forlorn or moments devout

I'll trust the lingering light of love.

When cloudy feelings from a realm unseen,

Faithless fears, dark doubts, and thoughts unclean

Invade me and threaten me, I need not surrender;

The Lord is my light, my salvation, my defender.

And I will not fear; I will not doubt.

I will set my mind on things above.

In dark vales forlorn or moments devout

I'll trust the lingering light of love.

© 2021 David Acosta

Love As It Ought to Be

She'll waltz tonight; she'll glide in midnight blue.

You'll have the first dance and the last one too.
You know she wants to please you; don't pretend.
She knows you are her truest, dearest friend.

Others have come and gone; you'll stick around.

You're not a player playing lost and found.

You're not at all intrigued by make-believe.

She knows your heart is true; you'll never leave.

It's a sure thing; it's a good thing.

It's not a passing fancy.

It's a lasting something;

It's love as it ought to be,

Yeah, love as it ought to be.

You had become convinced you'd never find

Someone patient, gentle, selfless, and kind.

She makes you laugh; you make her sing and shout.

You see her heart, and she's got you figured out.

It's a sure thing; it's a good thing.

It's not a passing fancy.

It's a lasting something;

It's love as it ought to be,

Yeah, love as it ought to be.

It's not an illusion based on fantasy.

It's give and take, and learning to adjust.

It's finding common ground when you disagree.

It's built on mutual respect and trust.

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It's a sure thing; it's a good thing.

It's not a passing fancy.

It's a lasting something;

It's love as it ought to be.

It's a sure thing; it's a real thing.

It's not a passing fancy.

It's a help-and-heal thing;

It's love...

It's love...

It's love as it ought to be,

Yeah, love as it ought to be.

Love as it ought to be.

© 2021 David Acosta