Comments about Iffy Adams
I could have chosen the sky, but I chose you
The moon called on me, but I chose you
Even stars lit up for me, but it was you
I got red roses from him, yet I wanted you
Love is cruel, unkind and unforgiving
It pierces the heart like a cunning foe
Tricking its way into the heart
Knowing and certain that it won’t stay
Love is a dangerous thing, letting us in
With the hurricane behind the open door
Love pushes us to the storm, dividing, tearing and separating
All we wanted was contentment, but love, oh love!
Why? Why can’t you be nice, kind and forgiving?