I'm gonna hold you, like it's the last time.
I'm gonna look into your eyes, as if it was my first.
Cos I can hear the curtain call, and I know,
the show is coming to an end.
So I'm gonna sit here and sing you 'Good-bye',
till we meet again, cos I know I'll see you again.
It looks like we're going our sperate ways, and I can't stand to leave the sight of your face.
But this is for the best anyway.
I'm going to sing to you, like I haven't before.
I'm gonna dance with you, like I never asked at all.
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Shades Of Love.
PoetryA series of poems and essays, surrounding the feeling and the idea of love. Exploring the different ways we love.
