Love is giving someone the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.

Another month, another year
Another smile, another tear
Another winter and summers too
But there will never be another you.

Flowers will die, the sun will set
But you are someone I'll never forget
Your name is so precious, it'll never grow old.
It's engraved in my heart, in letters of gold.

I would carve your name on a bullet so that everyone knows you were the last thing to run through my head.

Is your heart black?
And full of hate?
Black as midnight?
Black as pitch?
Blacker than the foulest witch.

Cupid is taking the pi$$