What would I give to signify the yearning from within?
What price won’t one be willing to pay just but their heart to be read open?
Which kind of flowers do you send to show how much you value it?
Lyrics we choose to echo the sound in the heart
By poetry the image within is painted
And by art the picture is drawn
Love, oh what a priceless commodity!
Not bought by gold, not earned by might
But among the lowly, amidst the most humble of hearts this relic is found
How paradoxical, that within clay jars is packaged tons of gold
Kings and slaves seek it
It is not found by pity, it can be hidden by mercy
But humility exposes it
Love, Oh what a myth among the proud!