Love of this world. Pete's Song. ( Pedro Blanco )

Verse 1: The woman of the man is the best, Madness to say that the worst, His life is usually his gift, His death is usually his poison.

Chorus: Heaven in her eyes, so candid and serene, Yet many times to hell I’ve seen. For rare to the world her value I declare, For false to man, her rigor I compare.

Verse 2: She gives us blood, she breeds us all, Heaven hasn’t made more ungrateful, so small. She’s an angel, and sometimes a harpy, it's true, Loving and hating, she does what she must do.

Bridge: He treats us well, she mistreats, In the end, she’s like a bleeding heartbeat. Sometimes gives health, sometimes kills, A love so complex, with a mix of thrills.

Verse 3: Lord, what am I, with unceasing care, You sought after me, always there. Wet with unhealthy dews before my gate, Passing the gloomy nights, you did wait.

Chorus: Heaven in her eyes, so candid and serene, Yet many times to hell I’ve seen. For rare to the world her value I declare, For false to man, her rigor I compare.

Bridge: How oft my guardian angel gently cried, “Soul, from thy casement look and see.” How He persists to knock and wait for thee, “Tomorrow we will open,” I replied.

Outro: Oh, strange delusion, that I did not greet, Thy blest approach at my feet. How often to that Voice of sorrow, I answered still, "Tomorrow, tomorrow."

Outro (New Verses): This afternoon, my love, speaking to you Since I could see that in your face and walk I failed in coming close to you with talk, I wanted you to see my heart. Love, who Supported me in what I longed to do, Conquered the impossible to attain. Amid my tears that were poured out by pain, My heart became distilled, was broken through. Enough, my love. Don't be so stiff. Don't let Maddening jealousies and arrogance Haunt you or let your quiet be upset By foolish shadows: false signs of a man's Presence; for now you see my heart which met Your touch -- and so is shattered in your hands.