Could there be friendship, based on love?
Would the restrictions be as tight as a glove?
The pain, the punishment, not to touch.
Listen to me, for I know of such.
Hear my words, dont fall in love.
Your lover will fly away, just like a white dove.
You plead and beg, for them to stay,
but when they leave, you have nothing to say.
Love only cause pain, and in the end it was all in vain.
You go out and search for another one,
and repeat it, after that is done.
Thats the circle of love, sent from heaven above.
Av Kevin Thylin 21 dec 2003 23:40 |
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Kevin Thylin
Publicerad: 21 dec 2003 23:40
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