If the heart is the place
where love comes from,
Then, where does it go
when it dies?
Back to that heart where
It come from or
Turn into tears in the eyes?
But even if one know
the answer,
What would one possibly gain?
Would the knowledge of
where love has gone through,
Ease the heartache, the sorrow, sad the pain.
Why is it one can not
quite realize
What a blessing this
true love can be.
Must one lost love to know it is priceless?
Must one be blind before
one can see?
Ah! Where does love go
when it leaves us?
This question will
always remain,
For we will never know
the answer …
Until we fine love
once again
where love comes from,
Then, where does it go
when it dies?
Back to that heart where
It come from or
Turn into tears in the eyes?
But even if one know
the answer,
What would one possibly gain?
Would the knowledge of
where love has gone through,
Ease the heartache, the sorrow, sad the pain.
Why is it one can not
quite realize
What a blessing this
true love can be.
Must one lost love to know it is priceless?
Must one be blind before
one can see?
Ah! Where does love go
when it leaves us?
This question will
always remain,
For we will never know
the answer …
Until we fine love
once again
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