Tears that never dry,
Wounds that never heal;
Makes you wonder truly,
Is it really a blessing to feel?
To know the truth,
When you've believed the lie.
To know you've been deceived,
Even though that was one thing you couldn't help but deny.
They say trust once broken,
Can never be rebuilt.
But what if the trust refuses to be crushed;
Even if your eyes with tears are filled.
If the love grows, unbidden,
Nourished each day by a feeling unknown.
Whatever happens -- it's there somewhere,
Still making you believe that person is your very own.
Is love everything it's believed to be?
Is love all you need?
Isn't love the very thing that can shatter you?
The only thing which can make your heart bleed?
But I can't stop loving.
It's like breathing to me.
I can't stop wanting.
In spite of all I see.
How can I not want?
How can I not need?
My true love..my first love..
The only person who can be;
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