True love’s a river, ever-flowing and strange
It bends at bizarre places and turns every page
Of the life you used to think you had.
True love’s like a sky, starless, vast and blue
The eyes of the one who makes you feel true
The lanterns lighting it up with rays of hope,
Passion, sympathy, serenity; things you never knew.
True love’s scorching like a hot iron burning your heart.
Filling your chalice to the brim,
True love’s like being drunk while sober
It’s being asleep while wide awake.
True love hurts
True love hurts
True love hurts
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