Love is beautiful, fierce and strong.

An insatiable, all-consuming fire,

A lion pacing on the red hot embers of desire.

Love is a thirst that's never quenched,

A sacred flame that can't be drenched

By icy showers of sobriety

Or a society,

Strangled by notions of propriety

So what kind of love is this?

This love that dares not speak its name?

This love that hangs its head in shame?

Is this so-called love even worthy of its name?

True love doesn't lie,

It doesn't hide,

And it will never be denied

The right to sing its furious song

In the sad, empty streets from dusk 'till dawn

Love laughs at fear

And cries out it's name for all to hear

Love is beautiful,

Fierce and loud,

But most of all

Love is proud!