Love is so passionate
love is so rare...
Love is not
Love...
When i look at the rain drops falling
I think of ,my tears...
The day I met you it all was so clear
my love for you filled me with fear...
I yell and I swear,
I cry and I run...
Love is when you know he is with her but cant help...
love is when you see him with his one true love...
You shook my hand
you tried to keep it cool...
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love...
Love is when you miss him before you part,
when you could listin to him...
You
and me...
What is that exactly?
I'm not quite sure...
With or with out him,
To live happily is all that I've ever wanted...