Maybe Love is for the weak
But why only the strongest one walk that path
Maybe Love is for the wicked
But touched by her kills all the souls wrath
Maybe its for the blinds ones
But what a view it show's my dear
Maybe its for the celebrated ones
But why poets write in tears

It's always MAYBE cause Love thats right there is a dream thats so real
It's from that touch , that smile , that long night many to write, mostly that feel

Ask me wheres love
I'll point to her say "THERE SHE IS"
none below and none above



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