How fragile is love,
I wish I could know it more,
Taking care of it takes courage and time,
Yet I may not have all the time in the world.
Movies and real life isn’t alike,
Hoping it was,
But to no hope avail it was,
When in the end,
Thing are just real and practical.
Doing things out of sympathy,
Or is it love?
How can I tell?
When I do things like there is no tomorrow.
A future I cannot see and predict,
A hope that I see grey grounds,
Too much things to work on,
Too much heart questions to be answered.
Oh, I wish love was much easier in real than said.
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