Love

Love is but a two edged sword.

One side pleasure, one side pain.

A feeling shared by a spoken word

Blessed with sunshine, cursed with rain.

When love is young and hearts run free

and hopes and dreams are soaring high.

A future bright is all we see

not parting words and sad goodbyes.

But still we love, and still we cry

and still we break each others heart.

And so we shall until we die

or fate proclaims that we should part.