Losers in love often say
they know the joys of today
very soon die away and leave their spirit broken.
So many times they have been
caught with their heart on their sleeve
and words that once came with ease are now seldom spoken.
and I know a heart like mine
may be foolish to hope to find
and follow a single line, needing no other;
maybe with a heart like yours
it can grow in a way that's sure,
a vine that can hold secure the loved and the lover.
Affection that's feigned
or dare not speak its name
no voice can sustain a song saying nothing;
for what I long to know
is a song that can grow
as a stream that will flow from winter into spring. |
