Am I sick,
or just a prophet
I am sick,
of turning profit

Is it sadness
In my mind
Or an illness
I have mined

I love him like the
sea loves the shoreline
and is forever running back
to kiss it once more.

I love him like the
moon loves the night sky,
and leads the way for those
who've become lost.

I love him like
these things and more
and no other love can compare
to a love like ours.

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Remember? Please God, say you do.

I've been told I love too fast
That I love like I loved the last
You haven't known me long enough
Just go back to acting tough

But they don't understand what I mean
This "love" word isn't all it seems
It just means that I care a lot
That, for you, I would take a shot
That you can call me when you're sad
Or scream and rant when you get mad
If you get lonely, I'll hold your hand
I'll pull you out of that sinking sand

We may break up, and our paths part
But you will always be in my heart
I hope you are deliriously happy
Because you deserve it
With or without me

Love is patient, love is kind.
Love is to lose your mind.
Sometimes dwindling in its trust,
sometimes overcome with lust.
Love is clever, love is lost,
will the perfect love still pay a cost?
Love has given me warmth, has held my soul,
love has left me with a hole.
In my heart.

And love is indifferent,
because I would do it all over again and again,
for love.