Her name was Love, and love was all she gave.
She made me happy, made me better, gave me reason to
shave.
Since she left, my heart is like the sea without a single
wave.
Now I am so very empty I have nothing but my rave.

When she smiled, Love held my world, and I was glad.
Now I can see, she was the best thing I ever hade...
Love made me pursuing life when I wished to be dead.

I never though Love will love me, but she did, if I am not
wrong.
She loved less and never me when I was weak when I was
strong.
Now I am surrounded by darkness, my lies and my fears go
along.

It is my entire fault, I did not affricate what I hade.
I will not see love again, her fragrance vanish from my
bed.
I don't have love any more, what can I do but regret?
Without you love all I have left... is hate.

It has been a few weeks now and I am quite sure I am going
mad.
Can we try again love?
.Maybe this time it will not be so bad