Should I be grateful? Act like I'm happy?
That you've found your darling, so fine and so lovely?
Match made by heavens, I fall then you soar
If this is what love is, then I want no more
But what rights do someone like me have to stop you?
Restrict and prevent you, all just 'cause I'm blue?
Match made by heavens, the dead tears then pour
For this is what love is, that I want no more
Of course, in the end still I've no place in your life
A piece with no bearing with feelings that's rife
Match made in heaven, I love you for sure
But this is what love is, so I want no more
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I Would. You Could. We Should. But They Didn't. [English]
Poetry- Anthology | Fiction - "Life is a stage. A stage that has different stages. Stages with increasing levels. Levels with limited time. Time for waxing and waning phases. Phases with counted steps. Steps with treasured moments. Moments with number...