Does love last a lifetime?
Or does love last for merely a moment?
Then again, the heart has such a way of stopping time.
So perhaps it was a fraction of a second, but was it love?
It was these stars that watched us as our lips used to meet.
But now they only cast a shadow on my lonely pathway.
We used to walk that pathway, and it wasn't lonely then.
The wind would laugh along as we strolled our merry way, but was
The night still fills with stars, and they glance on beautiful
But there are no arms to hold me tonight.
He is so far away; miles, oceans, light-years away.
He took his heart and left it there, so as to never see me again.
If he hates you, then he still loves you.
And I hate him, but do I love him? Do I hate him?
I don't know why my feet left the path, our way,
But it seemed like the right thing to do. It was.
Now there is nothing to kiss me but the wind.
Nothing but these tangles of thorns to hold me.
If my heart doesn't reach to him, my mind does.
Where is he now? Is he lonesome on his path? Is he tangled?
I loved him. For however long, I loved him.
And he loved me. And he hates me. But was it love? Perhaps it
If love lasted only a moment,
What is to happen with the rest of my lifetime?