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This happened to me, when I thought all hope was gone.... It is called love |
I've gone to that place of complete bliss Yet, I have to ask this question How can one really describe love How can we describe what we feel, when everything around us feel so unreal How can one love if you are reminded of so much pain The answer was clouded all these years by my own fear of letting it in Instead of embracing I pushed away, and ran I ran so far away I had nowhere left to go And on my journey home, I discovered, it is more than infatuation Yes, I saw one man's love for another I felt something move inside, but pride didn't want me to let go Love is patience, even if you feel like all hope is gone Love is trust, with no fear or discomfort Love, when returned is hope, because someone believe in you Love can make you cry, even in the happiest moments of your life We get hurt, so that when the real thing come along, we'd appreciate every moment We fall in love to remind us that something great is waiting up ahead Love is the most beautiful poem ever written There is so many different emotions in love that the word love isn't enough Words alone can't rectivy the feeling that you have inside All this I noticed by looking in another's eye |