Why does love always seem to end cruel
And yet when it starts, it is so divine...

Since she was born, she was raised to succeed
Where both of her parents would always exceed...

Although late at night
I don't mind the commotion...

My eyes that only light for you
When you make them stray...

I sometimes feel that our love is
Much like a thunder storm...

When you might fail, you shouldn't complain
Or feel forced to try, to do it again...

A family rich though income is poor
And you would then wonder how this could be...

A burning candle gentle flame
Swaying within the air...

Love is fire that ignites
Where your heart is the jewel...

No ripples in the water
Reflecting just like glass...

Her beautiful blue eyes glow with the moon
And reflect all her universe within...

It's those words you now hate
That you thought were once true...