Love, what sweet despair and what mournful joy Is love, having a wife To hold at night To kiss after work or Is love, changing the lonely shower into the ******* hour To hold at night To make love with after work; Though: Is love, the poison of our hearts and the fuel of despair To cry at night To drink after work
Love is always defined by a family or it's defined with ***, but no person can argue. Love hurts us, and it breaks us, it uses us