The Acme of Love

In the deep of the dark 
Rocks get cold 
And poets crack down the rocks 
Revealing the acme of love 
Artists rub their brushes 
Against women’s lips 
And the sensation is crystallisation 
Of lovers’ eyes 
In the acme of love 
This darkness 
Is the sign of love 
Fair, gentle, true 
Wait for lovers to meet and you’ll see 
The acme of love. 
Cold but bold 
Is the acme of love.