L.O.V,E

Love is just an icy wind
witch blows between cold
hearts,as i stand here in this
breeze i know our love departs
time a truth the old will tell
a storie to teach the young
so i lie here in this grave no
air in either lungs
pain is just a pleasure
lost it rips away the fear
now i sit here looking bck
remourse in every tear
black is but this winter morne
it tells of time gone by and as i
sit here looking bck
I know our love must die...