There is no substitute for loving. Surely not this aimless game we've found. When we were in love we had the feeling our love would never touch the ground. There is no substitute for laughter. Laughing disappears when the love has gone. When we trade this life for the everafter, will you still hear my gypsy song. There was no substitute for leaving. You vanished in the haze without a trace. Our star-crossed lives have been twice-struck by lightning. Will I ever see your smiling face?
