Love changes with the seasons, tears keep falling like rain and if it wasn’t for our stubbornness would we still here today? We can talk all evening one day and refuse to speak the next; after the sun has set we’ll sing symphony of slumber in my bed. And you ask me straight out “darling, what do you think?” and I give you a like answer such as “ what do you think of me?” I just have to know you need me so my heart can move more near and we can kiss away the symptoms of all the metaphors we fear.
