at the gates of the passion flower i knocked for love and through its folds my soul only heard the rumors of love beyond those crimson petals in the dewy postures softer than sleep splendor whispered through the tears chasing echoes of love from a thousand lovers rumors of love no one ever hears love is deaf to wistful lies love is blind but never dies we fall like love we fall like love from the highest love my heart falls into a splendid tear my heart sings when the flower is near battering the gates with the fire of desire you ve plundered their bodies for your lust thou now must rise from the cauldron of unholy love prising the truth from the ashes and dust love is deaf to wistful lies love is blind but never dies we fall like love we fall like love love is the wisdom of the fool love is kind and love is cruel nuptual love maketh mankind seeketh love and ye shall find we fall like love 