What is love anyway?
A soft, quiet dream,
Or a harsh, loud reality?
I'd tell you if I knew,
But I have no idea.
Love has escaped me
All this pitiful life--
And even though I have it all--
Love is forever missing.
Each day I try to find it,
But still, I have hope--
For I am young with so much time,But what I fear that most
Is the day when I realize
I have no one to love--
No one to love me
And I have no hope--
For I am old with so little time left...
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