This Love
A walk through the woods on a warm spring day
Through the trees and the morning dew
A love that I had made me feel this way
The love that I had for you
A bowl of soup to warm the heart
On a cold and wintery day
Still defines,but just in part
This love that would not stay
The more and more I try to define
This love that I once had
I feel as though it were never mine
This feeling so cold and sad
And as I dream of you at night
Or think of you to long
I have to stand with all my might
For I know this love is gone
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