Love makes the world go around
and brings dreams to your door,
makes the time go to be found
because that's what love's all for.
Life just comes and then it's gone
like dreams come and fly away,
each day is just to go on and on
into other dreams and fresh play.
Love makes my heart want to find
everything that dreams are about,
leaving the yesterdays all behind
never be in discontent or doubt.
Life is just time with those years
making our dreams coming true,
with everything fixed to adhere
for days do get old before new.
Life comes and goes like a dance
spring into summer and then fall,
with winter and memories stance
before the days of love's last call
What you had then you'll remember
dreams were for real - before lost,
days from fresh spring to September
to give memories that crossed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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