my pains

My love why have you forgotten me My love why have you forbiden me My love why have you far away from me My love why why why Love she comes like a blessing Love she comes like an angel Love she comes like a dove so pure Love she comes no one knows What would be of me when all has been given What would be of me when all has bee taken What will be of me if I had died on the croSs for love Like a dew she dried up Like the summer she crept away Like the period of a woman she waits for her time Love can it be real Love can it be a fiction Love does it work Love what is love