Let me tell you a story,
It’s not a secret to keep,
You can tell it to the world,
And anyone that lives here.

One day will end this life,
When time says it’s over,
We are so much aware,
And can’t spare a doubt.

When I write about love,
I feel it deep inside of me,
Loud tears and quiet smiles,
In memories of good and bad.

I do not say life is perfect,
And can’t say it’s too harsh,
But in the midst of both times,
The value of life is spelt out.

When I write about love,
It’s...