Just like the land that bear the name Africa, love is on my mind. It's for everyone, no matter where you're from; love, it cross all lines. Like the feeling of all the seasons changing, love is a memory. And in these last days, when iniquity blazing, truth love speaks.  
I need true love... Do you know what you mean to me? Does it show as I live and I breath? In the valley of shadow, I know you'll be. I defense, I conquer death, I conquer the enemy. 
What is love really if it only affects one aspect of life? That's like a musician who only accepts his own musical type. That's like a preacher who only respects Sunday morning and not Saturday night. That's how a soldier can come to reflect, that love is more than a man and a wife.