I once thought I found him
The one they called love
He was so sweet
He was so tender
Gave me the attention
I needed when I asked
For none but
Little did I know
I was digging my own grave
For it was soon to be
The death of
The love in my heart
It all used to make sense
It once was believable
Love was once believable
Now all I ask myself is
What is this I or rather
What we call love...
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