Love, Love, Love

God is a witness that you are precious and that you are always in my mind but the problem is that you are a moon and the moon is high

I am the dream if the time of the beginning has come and my voice is the guide of the line in the story
I came to write the pulse of time and draw dawn with the light of enough
I am the one who resists the silence of the nights and plants light in the state's ink
If it was one day shy stillness then the visions work in guidance