A Lover's Tale

When hands match, love lines are drawn in each other’s hearts.
While the passion sinks deep into their eyes
A spark is set a light to burn down all of the broken halves, in their hearts.
There it begins a tale of truth and loyalty.
Those lovers’ lines cannot be crossed.
For they will break as the spark burns out
And the passion fades to tears that weep down her face.
Of a lovers tale he tells...
What was once pure is now destroyed.
Do not break her heart.
Do not make her cry,
Like the sorrow in his eyes,
Has he tells you of a girl he once knew