Love(Hurts)so Wonderfull
Love(Hurts)so Wonderfull
It started just a little bit below where my heart should be.
It is hot like fire and it does burn but slowly like a blaze.
More like just a camp fire all cozy in the haze,
of some forgotten camp of pity formed in haste,
I taste ewe in my waste of time;
I find ewe when all alone,
no one ever to call mine,
but now i have the time to arrive at all i find
I find my ewe
I have my love
I never waste my time.
My wine is the lips I kiss in dreams of ewe
awakening I arise to greet the day and slowly
I start to burn again its true.
My cozy fire my camping blaze is now for ewe.
Love(hurts)so Wonderfull.
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