Love is careless in its choosing
Sweeping over cross a baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none
Just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving

Soul love — the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love — and how my God on high is
All love — though reaching up my loneliness evolves
By the blindness that surrounds him

– David Bowie