Have heard ten thousands love songs,
Before writing this one.
Have written a hundred sad songs,
To save this last happy one.
You can’t be a beautiful dream,
Dreams break.
You can’t be a tender flower,
Flowers dry.
I can’t promise to be forever,
Even I have to die.
But yes I can try to be with you,
As long as I am alive.
To express my love, I can’t
Make tall claims, invent new words.
I have loved you for so long, now
How do I put those times in words?
Love makes us shed tears,
When happy or when sad.
I would have known you liked this song,
If your eyes cried, but heart still smiled.
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