Corazon Stone

What Will Make Me Yours…


…Are a million deadly spores

Formed by lovers’ ancient art

That go straight to my heart


If it’s a future world we fear
We have tomorrow’s seeds right here
For you can hold them in your hand
Or let them fall into the sand

But if our love is pure
The only thing of which we’re sure
Then you can play your part
And go straight to my heart