What do you know about love?
I've touched its perfect face
I've held it tight in my arms
and kissed it to sleep each night
What can you know about love?
If you can hate something so perfect
something so beautiful
something so real
that it brings me to my knees
When I see them walking hand in hand
with bright smiles across their faces
and a look of pure joy in their eyes
I know they've touched the same love I hold
and I could never deny anyone I loved
anyone I cared about
such a perfect union of souls
Some people spend their entire lives
up until their dying breath
looking for something this beautiful
searching for something this wonderful
and that's why I could never
not in a thousand lifetimes
stand between my love and her happiness.
I could never tell her who she is
or that what she's feeling is wrong.
But there you stand
soaking in the pouring rain
shaking your head violently
disgusted by some invisible shame
What do you know about love?
How can you touch love
when your heart is filled with fear and hate?
If you understood love
even grasped the meaning of the word
you'd know it takes a million different forms
each as perfect as the last
and though I can't hate you through all my pity
when I see the pain you cause
the tears you bring
and the misery you create
I break down and cry.
Because I know then
that you'll never know the meaning of love
the true meaning of love.
But yet, in your ignorance
in your blindness and hate
you crush something so perfect
so beautiful
that it still brings me to my knees
and for that I'll never forgive you
though I'll always pity you
as you wallow in your sea of pain.

If you step outside into the crystal midnight air
you can feel the moonlight dancing across your skin.
As it lights the world below with its hues of pale white
it cools everything it touches making the very air around us
seem to leap away from our faces
and hide in the shadows for safety.
One has to wonder how any reflection of the sun
can be so cruel and dim
lighting as much as it obscures
and cooling as much as it warms.
For what the sun gives
the moon takes away
sealing the world into the other side of the looking glass
leaving the earth frozen and barren
but beautiful all the same.
For when I feel the moon strike me
with it's pale rays of ice
though it brings no warmth or comfort
nonetheless it brings me life.
I know I'm trapped in the looking glass.
Just looking back at life itself
like the moonlight stretching across the earth
I'm cold and lifeless
but perhaps beautiful all the same.
So if you enjoy my moonlight
as it dances across your skin
perhaps you'll share kind words 
with a face trapped in the looking glass
just trying to stay warm in the crystal midnight air.

Sometimes when the weather is doing it's worst
And the rain is turning into ice
And the ice is turning into snow
I reach for a warm fire
And to wrap myself in a blanket of you

While it's not the warmth that keeps men alive
It certainly keeps me from feeling cold
It warms a man's soul
Heating him from the inside out
Like coals to a fire
Or wind to the ocean
It pushes me onward
And if I ever need protection
From one of life's many chills
All I need to do
Is wrap myself in a blanket of you

This is why no matter how horrid the weather
Or cruel the demons of life may be
I'll always have a respite
From the hardships of the world
And to find whatever warmth I crave
All I need to do is wrap myself in a blanket of you