love is a miracle.
fold it up like a paper airplane,
throw it into the air to see how far it flies,
but eventually it'll fall out of the sky.
no on can keep the spark alive forever.
love is like the tide, it ebbs and flows.
everyone want to keep the magic in endless supply,
but nobody knows how.
so time kills more then just your body,
it takes a toll on your love.
the heartstrings get out of tune,
and your love song fades out into oblivion.
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