Caught in the crossfire,
of my own desire,
I see a magnificent love
on the horizon. Is that the same
as what you see? Or do you see
only danger, a real cause for alarm?
Caught in the crossfire of love,
everything changes anew.
Whole parts of myself burn away,
giving birth to an intensity and awareness,
that is wild and free, a horse entranced
in the dance of prance.
Caught in the crossfire, imaginary
projectiles launched at an amazing velocity-
fail to hit their intended target.
Instead, the incoming missiles
fall powerless to the ground,
as if caught in the crossfire
of love, boundless love...