by Dina Stone

Created on: June 14, 2010

This love it has no reason

I cannot find its cause

He holds me in such high esteem

Forgetting all my flaws

My mind will sometimes argue

And say it cannot be

A love so sweet, so pure and true

Most surely's not for me

Those days when I forget

And return into that snare

Patiently he lifts me up

And starts again from there

Each day my heart he softens

Extracting all the lies

Reminding me of who I am

The angry child, she dies

Though I see no reason

No cause I've yet to find

I'll cling forever to this love

My heart to his I bind

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