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 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?

why do they always 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 have 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, love and feelings never soften
everything starts to fall, loves sweet fruit turns rotten
love always turns from silk to fraying broken cotton
suns go down on the love we had, our life's 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
but its really 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 are embossed
a shadow of my former self now our hearts are not crossed
hearts frozen in cold feelings, loves shattered in the frost
sadness pain and heartache, times and feelings tossed
remembering the good times, these times come at a cost
because even with the small things, too many loves are lost