Metaphor

I don't what to call her!
She's too vibrant for a name!
Should I call her... Juliet!

Yes, dear

Helena!

Yes, dear!

And Cassandra, and Cleopatra, and Beatrice
And also Guenevere

What dear?

I think she's there.
Can you hear me?

(...)
Speak a little louder!

I love you!

Ah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

If I were in the desert deep in sand,
And the sun was burning like a hot pomegranate:
Walking through a nightmare in the heat of a summer day,
Until my mind was parch-ed!
Then you are water...
Cool, clear water...
A refreshing glass of water!

What dear?

Water!

Ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Love! You are love!
Better far than a metaphor
Can ever, ever be.
Love! You are love!
My mystery of love!

If the world was like an iceberg,
And everything was frozen,
And tears turned into icicles in the eye!
And snow came pouring
And sleet and ice
Came stabbing like a knife!
Then you are heat!
A fire alive with heat!
A flame that thaws the iceberg with its heat!

Repeat!

You are heat!

Ah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaa!

Love! (I am love!)
You are love! (I am love!)
Better far than a metaphor
Can ever, ever be.
Love! (I am love!)
You are love! (I am love!)
My mystery (His mystery)
Of love!

You are Polaris,
The one trustworthy star.
You are! (I am!)
You are! (I am!)

You are September,
A special mystery
To me! (To he!)
To me! (To he!)

You are sunlight! Moonlight!
Mountains! Valleys!
The microscopic inside of a leaf!
My joy! (Yes, I am his joy!)
My grief! (Yes, I am his grief!)
My star! (Yes, I am his star!)
My leaf! (Yes, I am his leaf!)

Oh. Love! (I am love!)
You are love! (I am love!)
Better far than a metaphor
Can ever, ever be.
Love! (I am love!)
You are love! (I am love!)
My mystery (His mystery)
Of love...
Love...
Love...!



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Jones, Harvey Schmidt
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