Through The Corridors of Love

If you’re not beautiful than stars
Then how would you be able to erase my scars?
If love wasn’t diluted by stereotype
Then how would you be my type?

Wealth and riches you’ve tasted in a row
A woman of big heart you still grow.
That growth has thrived through the corridors
Of love among the active cinders.

Even if I recall Judas’ kiss
You still proved that you’re my bliss.
Even if the bush was very thorny
You still made me horny.

In a moment my world looked like scat
But when you came my heart became fat.
Through every corridor
You kept me safe from any blunder.

When I was lost in space
You showed me the place.
You’re the mirror of my soul
I shall not take you for a foul.