As day turns to night,
as night turns to day,
i journey a deadly plight
into the malignant hollow know as love,

The jounery is filled with sorrow,
loss after loss,
but still hoping for tomorrow,
for what is love without hope?

The task is not grave,
for love is a beautiful thing,
full of joy like a wave,
as it rushes through you

This i believe is love.

Love comes in many a form,
from old friends to total strangers,
and when it happens it can cause a storm

Of course love can be one-sided,
though this hurts we must deal
and not get too excited,
because we do not wish to damage...

Bonds we've made.