Love is bitter sweet , like time... for we can never tell how long we have To embrace what is, and what there was... What's to come, what passes by... We make hast thou shalt not become the heart of the sands that fall with absent word or voice, love is a thing we know so little of and neither have a choice
To fall in love is of the soul And the heart makes confirmation of such things, so we then arrange ourselves with marriage commitment and loves rings ,
To form a bond that trails beside two lovers walking hand in hand Whom come to know so much more of love and deeply understand
That bitterness when age approaches, all grey and frail towards the end Where love isn't lost but gone from view, and we lose our lover and friend In time sweet portray of life And it's disguise
And happy ever after comes To it's demise,
to be without that eternal thought Where do us part would not exist, and time again comes sadned, as we in life persist.