Loving You is Like Clapping with One Hand
by Cress
I want you, and yet you turn away,
like night's embrace, and the passing of day.
When all I want is for you to stay.
Can't we be like this forever,
you and I, in hand together?
When we part, I am severed.
Is it true what they say
that love passes one by
like red roses in the sky?
Let this not be the end,
let us love like we are young,
and die like we are old.