An illness you have, my heart
That you don’t understand.
The love you have,
You throw away.
And what is not yours
You long to gain.
What love story
are you looking for?
That which can be written
You give no thought to.
Instead you set to solve
a riddle, you don’t understand.
Love doesn't come easy.
But, you know that already.
Or do you?
You’re the one who makes it hard.
You don’t realize it my dear heart,
You suffer from an illness.
Copyrights © JGarg
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
An illness you have, my heart
That you don’t understand.
The love you have,
You throw away.
And what is not yours
You long to gain.
What love story
are you looking for?
That which can be written
You give no thought to.
Instead you set to solve
a riddle, you don’t understand.
Love doesn't come easy.
But, you know that already.
Or do you?
You’re the one who makes it hard.
You don’t realize it my dear heart,
You suffer from an illness.
Copyrights © JGarg
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