[Verse 1] Call it the platform of love I entered life from (Not quite poetic, you know?) [Verse 2] Call it the tarmac for the soul (What kind of poetry in these substantial associations?) [Chorus] I've always searched for the perfect color of love Its fragrance and its look and all its beauty (Is poetry about matter?) [Verse 3] When I recognized a kind of pearly tiny roses Sprang into existence through eyes Shining in the world around (I see you're talking about lenses) [Chorus] I've always searched for the perfect color of love Its fragrance and its look and all its beauty Shining in the world around
