My love

The spark to our problem was of what we loved
so similar in our faults, in our ways
we stand together in happniness and dreams
and learnt to fall, apart so you say

i never wished bad on our bond
but bad is what we have been given
to work with it is hard but so are we
so with our bad, for good i am driven

A heart cannot talk, only feel
yet my mind does not feel my heart
so when you say iam cold and heartless
i know for sure, our hearts have grown apart

either that before, or what i dread
these words so painful to have to live
as i wander if its still pumping, ticking
till it stops pumping, ticking i will give all i can give

reasons are love, to stop the producer
his symphony will die, my love!
so never will my mind stop listening
for the day it hears my hearts soft whisper
is the day i will tell you of my love