the lovers
His soft black eyes, with a soft touch of love
If only you knew the pain that's within
His deep dark past which cant be cleaned with dove
For the pain that's been caused, your own guilty sin
Reality has sunk in, life is hard
There's no room for failure or giving up
Many of you may know his life is scarred
But the word is out he'll never screw up
Our hearts beat as one when close and apart
From the couch to the floor, compassion grows
Our lives conjoin just like a piece of art
The love that we share will forever show
Best friends are forever through day and night
Taking the next step is all in your might
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