Verse 1:

Your gaze is fire, your heart is ice,
In flames of desire, I pay the price.
Love leads us by the hand so bold,
On the edge of the abyss, where hearts grow cold.

Chorus:

Love's a pattern, a mystic thread,
Woven from the touch, where secrets are spread.
Strumming truths from the strings so pure,
The source of passion and doubts we endure.

Verse 2:

Night cloaks the city in shadows deep,
While we’re two silhouettes, no place to sleep.
A soul like a bird without a wing,
Yet even it's needed, in love we cling.

© Сергей Львович Коркин, 2025 г.