a drop of water once spoke of a river a river endless as time its bright waters passionately streaming and waves ebbing a joyful rhyme you don't know you don't know how much my fingers bled when i removed the thorns from your heart you are you are a rare creature a myth buried in a secret page of literature one day the world will have to dig in and exhume you from my heart to see how your soul spills from your body giving light to the stars do not move a mountain do not move a mountain with your faith it is a crime only move me with your love and mountains will swim across the oceans trees will touch the stars for even a rose could love a thorn if you were mine