"Oh it hurts so bad!" cried the little one
As he clutched tight, the tiny chest of his
"I can feel the piercing pain in my bone,
The horrible pain of losing my miss!"
"Oh be ware of love! they told me too;
How I badly wish that I had paid heed!
"Alas! It breaks my heart into two;"
Said the little boy and shook his head.
But love was playful as a pretty butterfly;
As it flew from one heart to another!
Never cared if the month was June or May
As if all it ever wanted was the nectar.
Who can ever fathom the depths of love?
Or the sacrifice the was slain in it's name?
It does leave the wounds open and blue
Because it was forever green and true!
As he clutched tight, the tiny chest of his
"I can feel the piercing pain in my bone,
The horrible pain of losing my miss!"
"Oh be ware of love! they told me too;
How I badly wish that I had paid heed!
"Alas! It breaks my heart into two;"
Said the little boy and shook his head.
But love was playful as a pretty butterfly;
As it flew from one heart to another!
Never cared if the month was June or May
As if all it ever wanted was the nectar.
Who can ever fathom the depths of love?
Or the sacrifice the was slain in it's name?
It does leave the wounds open and blue
Because it was forever green and true!