Your love is like the sunshine,
    I no longer can abide.

Your love is like a holy flame,
    that burns me up inside.

Your love is like the light of hope,
    which I thought I had lost.

Your love is like a raging river,
    a thing which can't be crossed.

Your love is like the untamed bird,
    wanting always to fly free.

Your love is like the rage of years,
    yet youth is all I see.

Your love is like the juda's tears,
    that I cry without release.

Your love is like an unhealed wound,
    a torment without cease.