a love poem
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 'til dawn. Love laughs at fear
and cries out its name for all to hear.
Love is beautiful, fierce and loud.
But most of all, love is PROUD.
--Cirque du Soleil "Zumanity"
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 'til dawn. Love laughs at fear
and cries out its name for all to hear.
Love is beautiful, fierce and loud.
But most of all, love is PROUD.
--Cirque du Soleil "Zumanity"