Something Called Love
I keep thinking of what to do,
Memories of us flow like a river,
Although I hate you too,
Losing you is like losing a liver,
At times,I wonder if it's true,
Maybe we are really not meant to be,
Your love still spreads to me like flue,
It's when I realized you also love me.
For you I can persevere,
All the hurtful and separating moments,
When the heartbreak is severe,
In the end love supliments,
Indeed this love is pure,
Because of it am willing to endure.
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