Love is a flame that cant be tamed
and though we are its willing prey
my darling we are not the ones
to blame-trust is a word all
lovers know-the glorious art of
starting souls-the more we have
the more we want and the more
it hurts our hearts-when doubts
arise the game begins-the one we
will never win-it always ends
up in tears-so keep on pretending
our heaven is worth the waiting-
keep on pretending it will be the end
of our craving-keep on pretending
its alright-