What's the point in loving, when it always turns too sour When you have found the one you want, attracted by loves power Love blossoms between two souls, like a new born open flower Elevating your true feelings, on loves affectionate tower Love washed away with every storm and every raining shower Why does it all diminish by the day and even hour by hour?
They always say they love you when everything is new Way back at the time when both your loves first grew So very comforting knowing their loves there to turn too Forever their your life long love there is no other view They say their loves forever, why does it always go askew? You can not help who you love what are you supposed to do?
They always seem to tell you that their love is forever? And your the one they have searched for, no one else no never With our feelings for each other, love bonding us together Surviving all life's problems, love always will endeavour No matter how hard I've tried, love seems to always sever Without the love that we have. there is nothing whatsoever
Those lost loves maybe gone but they are not forgotten Pining for those lost times, in my mind so very often Through times gone by feelings and love they will never soften Everything then starts to fall, loves sweet fruit turns rotten Why does Love always turn from silk to fraying broken cotton Sun's go down on the love we had, our life is misbegotten
There is no need to be like this, if you let me through the door Without any animosities, love doesn't have to be a chore Why cant things be the way, like the way they where before? Things that are lost can be regained I'm hoping there's a cure It really is not your fault who you have feelings for Thinking of what should have been and always wanting more
They say your part of their life, when your hearts where both embossed A shadow of my former self now our hearts are no longer crossed Heart's frozen in cold feelings, loves shattered in the frost Sadness pain and heartache, times and feelings tossed Remembering the good times, those times come at a cost Because even with the small things, to many loves are lost