Verse 1:
Your gaze is fire, your heart is ice,
In flames of desire, I pay the price.
Love leads us by the hand so bold,
On the edge of the abyss, where hearts grow cold.
Chorus:
Love's a pattern, a mystic thread,
Woven from the touch, where secrets are spread.
Strumming truths from the strings so pure,
The source of passion and doubts we endure.
Verse 2:
Night cloaks the city in shadows deep,
While we’re two silhouettes, no place to sleep.
A soul like a bird without a wing,
Yet even it's needed, in love we cling.
Love s a Pattern
© Copyright: Сергей Коркин 3, 2026
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