Love drew your face upon my heart
Love makes the tools that we can find
Love like this cannot be bought
In the nets of love we’re caught
By golden threads we are combined
Love drew your face upon my heart
Moved by intuition’s charts
By the fires of geace refined
Love like this cannot be bought
In deep darkness love could start
From the gods love was purloined
Love drew your face upon my heart
From the pits of death we climb.
Love makes the gold we find the coins
Love drew your face upon my heart
Love such as this cannot be bought
How my heart sings 