Love, by The Stolen Heart Subscribe to rss feed for The Stolen Heart

Love is such a fickle thing
It comes as well as goes
Its passion scares our fears away
As each broken, hurt heart knows
It makes a person feel a thing
They've never felt before
It opens wings to fly free
And warms hearts down to the core
Each time you see your loves face
It fills your soul with glee
Soon life's a dream and all is well
As far as you can see
One day, though
It's bound to happen
Your love will drift away
Leaving you cold and all alone
WIth empty words to say
Keep each of your eyes vigilant
Because love is on the run
Leadin timid hears to tears
Chasing the setting sun.
Posted: 2010-09-08 23:03:02 UTC

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