What we have is beautiful, babe
But not everything that's beautiful is right
Winds cause storms, ships drown with ocean's might
Sun gives warmth yet burns when it's bright
This hand makes art come to life, and death when turns fist for fights
But what is love if not for risks that come
All though wonder, a blessing for some
Mighty or threat, I'll tame it for you
Nor storm may drown, I'm coming for you
Will you risk too, will you dare to fight?
If I'm standing in the darkest hour of night
Or would you shy away in all despair
True it is, love's a tragic affair!
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