Love means to live.
Love makes you smile.
Love makes your heart
Fly in the sky...
But when you love
But they don't love back
Your heart rips apart,
The sun turns black.
When they use you like toy,
When they play with your heart
And that brings them joy,
What can you do now?
The pain comes along,
Doesn't let you forgive,
You're all on your own:
You exist - you don't live...
And loving someone
Means each corner, each cell
Of your little soul
Is happy and well.
And it stays alive,
And loves, and forgives,
Not because they live -
Because they exist!
Love means to live
© Copyright: Татев Габоян, 2007
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