a rose gives you its beauty 
but hurts you with its thorns 
the symbol of unity 
can be too painful to hold 

like the story of the woman 
who loved this one man 
who died for his devotion 
for the others in the land 

love can conquer anything 
but I’m sure 
that she also felt the pain 

when blood was washed away 
the love remained 
every time she called your name 

it started in her heart 
this miracle 
and the book that lived on 
after you’d gone 

Magdalene brought love 

it cannot be extinguished 
it cannot be ignored 
it cannot be denied now 
of the woman and the lord 

the symbols in the churches 
the parchments and the stones 
the clues in all the searches 
will lead you straight towards 

the love she carried with her 
the sweet music 
for those with the ears to hear 

when blood was washed away 
the love remained 
every time she called your name 

it started in her heart 
this miracle 
and it stayed there after all 

we waited for so long 
to learn the truth 

it’s been hiding 
behind legends of you 

in your book 
the book of love