Stop pushing and running,
And open your ears,
What if's abound,
In all of our tears,

Please, stop and listen,
Maybe we'll try again someday,
Listen to what you wanna hear,
Cause it's all I want to say.

It is a wonderious thing, love. Flows effortlessly in and out of peoples lives, with no concern for the havoc it brings, but knows that no matter what happens there is always a chance for it to come again.

It is sad that it takes the death of something so pure as love at the hands of lust to teach a romantic a lesson he already knew, but didn't understand.