Saturday, June 30, 2018

The Love Of My Life

You took me up,
you made me want to love
to be the fool I always was
to be the fool I always am
It always ends quite badly, ma'am
it seems a case of just because
and I don't need to understand

As long as you're still glad we met
I won't regret how much I tried
I won't regret how much I can
A good thing lived; a good thing died

The love of my life
is right here in my heart
and nothing else
can take my pain apart
and you can't make me bitter,
if you tried. This is the love
of my life. This is the love
of my life.

This is the love

You took me up,
I offered all my life
At least you took a piece of it.
The biggest piece, it always seems
The one that I can't do without,
a hole that nothing seems to fit:
the shape of you, plus room for doubt

But since you couldn't take it all,
I'm glad you chose and took the best.
I won't regret how much is gone
I couldn't offer any less

The love of my life
is right here in my heart
and nothing else
can take my pain apart
and you can't make me bitter,
if you tried. This is the love
of my life. This is the love
of my life.

This is the love

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