I still count the wagons
of every train I see
and base my fate off them
hoping it will lead you to me
One is for being stupid
two is for a kiss
the third brings a letter
I wouldn't want to miss
The most important one
is the fourth however
said to bring love
that lasts forever
And I think of my school days
when I was just a child
believing in old run-down trains
that made my heart beat wild
Now it's become a habit
one of many that I have
I don't wish for love no more
'cause it only made me sad
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Poems
PoetryWhile in English exists only one word for it, the ancient Greeks with their aim for self-understanding and knowledge found eight different varieties of love that we might all experience at some point: 1. Eros (Erotic love) - represents the idea of s...
