Her face has that spark,
That makes the candles burn.
Her eyes have that ocean,
That makes everyone turn.
Those strands of her hair
Falling on her pretty face,
Make the moon shine brighter
And they add to her grace.
Her lips are like lotus
And they blossom today,
And I want to praise her
But don't know what to say.
She crushed me, hurt me, walked all over me.
I felt bad, went mad, leaving her should've made me glad.
But oh this thing called love.
Oh this string still attached.
I feel eerie, it's like she's near me.
Looking at me constantly.
Nothing seems to have left,
Still something's there.
I look back at those times,
And they give me a glare.
Why should I think about her?
Why should I live with this?
The sunshine's still there,
The world's such a bliss.
Love remains and so does its beauty,
It's just the time which is moody.
I wander now in some nowhere land,
Moments never leave me and I'm around friends.
Love, believe, but don't let yourself vanish.
Show them that you're here to flourish.
Oh this thing called love,
Oh this string here,
It makes you feel alive, it never leaves your side,
It's the best thing in life.
