Love is so wide
Love is so vast
Love by my side
I know it will last.
If love is weak
If love is lost
If love is sad
What will it cost?
Will I lose me
Will you lose you
If we two lose
What will we do?
What if we fail
What if we hate
What if the work
Will all be too late?
How can I look
You in the eyes
Say, I love you
But it's full of lies.
or
what if
What if our love
Work as we try
What if we don't
Want it to die?
What if our love
Will keep us in sync
We will stay firm
Both will we link.
We will work hard
Try and fail we may
Both of us in
We're more than okay.
The good and the bad
We'll get by it all
We now have a plan
Pick up when we fall
I'll be for you
You be for me
And love will win
Just wait and see.
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Katherine Dockery
I'm broken and a work in progres but I'm thankful I can live through my writings. Hopefully someone can relate and it helps them too.
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