A Different Kind of Love
My hands, my mouth, my eyes...
Can never describe my love...
Not even god himself...
Can portray what i hold and conserve...
My hands can write all the words describing my love...
That i need to let out and express...
Yet my hands aren't worthy of...
Expressing the wrods i need to confess...
My mouth can speak of all the words describing my love...
That i need to let out and tell...
Yet not even my mouth is worthy enough...
To tell the true words for you i shell...
My eyes can display of all the words describing my love...
That i need to let out and show...
Yet not even my eyes are worthy enough...
To show the words i need to for you to know...
Although god is worthy for my words of love...
And he is the creator of our thoughts and destiny...
Because i have felt and made a different kind of love...
No one can understand or describle it but me...
