To love a person is like to end time.
Everything stops, nothing changes at all.
Like the music stops in the middle chord
The words stop flowing in mid sentences.
Loving someone is like breathing the air
simple, heartful, and easy as can be.
The bad days come along with the good though,
And you have to handle them both so well.
Love is not something that lasts forever
Merely part of our imagination
True love is just like a little while lie
Sending you over the edge when it ends.
Love is the art of touching and feeling
The art of wanting more as days go on
Every single touch means that something small
And this world is cold with nothing at all.
