If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE
when i first saw you , i was afraid to meet you , when i first met you , i was afraid to hold you , when i first held you , i was afraid to kiss you , when i first kiss you , i was afraid to love you , and now that i love you im afraid to lose you

with love
ILASOURUS