So,What Is Love
So, what is love, what does it mean?
Four letters these too hard to speak,
You can't make love, you cannot win,
You must be drowned in it. And brig
of love must sail to crimson heart
that's painted on your pale wall,
Love is the gate without its guard
in new one world, I wait its call.
Love is a chip in youthful core
It hurts my wounds sometimes, I guess,
It comes so quiet, it slams the door
with leaving. And it sings, confess!
Love's tragedy, it is disease,
It builds the coffin and the bed
for us, it takes your little peace,
It takes your roof, it eats your bread.
It's cruel with sufferings of soul
Your tears as rapid river run,
But it can fade away, and wall
accepts my verse, it's almost done.
Sometimes love is defeating death,
Oh, yes, love truly warms inside,
Believe or not, you hear its breath,
It doesn't let you sleep all night.
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