If love had a sound this would be that sound. 
Love, mmm... We would be the band to play it.

My getto butterfly flew away from me. 
I wait patiently, by windows and doorsteps.
Play, make believe, as my tears, poor chest, 
most succeed to breath, if not the hear of you.. 

surely there hasn't never been a shade so blue. 
a stank attitude, so not mad at you. 
not a magnitude to [bad word] the latitude 
of my love for you.
no space and [bad word]  

what do I have to do? what do I have to do? 
uh.. my friends say I got it bad for you. 
I do. But there's nothing in this world I'd rather do, 
but you.

Hey, I want to make love to your existance, 
drenched in colors of your energy, 
than asked to be, to the memories
I wanna lose myself inside yourself... 
Until you find me. confind me 
to the freedom of your prison
Exist in the same space, same time.  [bad word] until your thoughs slow grind with mine. *3 

my, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect, 
reflect and watch your light passion walk my neck. 
curess the sights of your presence with no question, 
undress to the nacking this of love, pure love 
I want to make love to my soulmate... my soulmate... 
make love to my soulmate...my soulmate... 
make love to my soulmate uh, ... 
I wonder how does it feel to make love to your soulmate. 
Kind of like writing poetry till climax, 
to the point and place where space and tima match. 
Can we cross the line, perhaps tell me would you like that 
how would you like that, tell me would you like that, 
now would you like that, tell me would you like that, 
would you like that, tell me?

I wanna love you more than madly. 
wrap these legs, around your words. 
until your speech is straddled deep, gladly 
swim the currents of your vibrations 
be separate and one
with the same meditation, 
uh the same meditation

this is poetry 

play that ualy, play that sax

If love had a sound 
this would be that sound. 
and We would be the band to play it...