blazeofglory
11-26-2007, 09:10 PM
A thing of beauty is a thing that passes away
Eye a rose in the morning it cannot see a day
Spring is a season of joys
But it fades before we could really enjoy
It is the body you like to kiss
What you call love is a thing amiss
For when the lover parts, love ends
A thing that is so fragile can always bend
Love is nothing but an illusion of the mind
We seek for real love but we cannot find
All we see is a fairy tale
your love story gets swept away by a small gale
As love is false, do not pretend to love one
You will get nothing and find real no one
For there is no sacrifice except in fables
All love stories are weaven but in hyperboles
Eye a rose in the morning it cannot see a day
Spring is a season of joys
But it fades before we could really enjoy
It is the body you like to kiss
What you call love is a thing amiss
For when the lover parts, love ends
A thing that is so fragile can always bend
Love is nothing but an illusion of the mind
We seek for real love but we cannot find
All we see is a fairy tale
your love story gets swept away by a small gale
As love is false, do not pretend to love one
You will get nothing and find real no one
For there is no sacrifice except in fables
All love stories are weaven but in hyperboles