I believe if we knew love as more than four letters,

perhaps when we met her, we would let her stay.

 

I believe when we all know her on a first name basis,

she will still somehow look like hundreds of faces.

 

I believe that where love is,

there healing also dwells.

In the little house that is so often driven by.

 

The very thing that hurt me, healed me.

 

So I believe in her,

because she believes in me.