I'm sorry that I still love you,
But I cant keep going on this way.
So stop making it so hard.
Let this dove fly away,
Free her spirit,
Let her have her say.
Stop making her a slave
Of your painful loving.
She has a beautiful soul,
And a lot of love to give.
Her love is pure, not for you.
She may give away her heart,
Way to easily,
But that gives you no right,
To keep it, capture all her loving.
