Now the love
Comes creeping like
Ivy up a
Brick wall rather
Than the match
Erupting into flame
It’s quiet and
Moves like a
Pond fed by
A brook always
Filled but tranquil
This is love
Now
Now the love
Comes creeping like
Ivy up a
Brick wall rather
Than the match
Erupting into flame
It’s quiet and
Moves like a
Pond fed by
A brook always
Filled but tranquil
This is love
Now