We Are But Two New To Love
We are but two beings new to love,
New to loving, kissing and hugs,
New to this torment called love,
New to staring together at the clouds and stars above.
How many kings fell in love?
How many queens were given the ones they loved?
We are but two of the few lucky ones,
Rowing our boats, fishing it all in this stream called love.
To be loved and to be loved back,
Oh what a feeling Shakespeare could explain in so many words,
True beauty rises from the dust of the heart,
For dust to dust we all return.
We are but two beings new to love,
New to touching each others hands,
To give comfort in this torment called love,
After all where would we be were it not in love?
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