Love at first sight is somewhat shallow
Love over time is just Stockhausen syndrome
So where does the real thing lay?
When mistakes in loves name
Are jut the spark of passions flame
And the tongue of love
Is just the window dressing of lust
Where is the real thing?
When all is games of ego
Where the Id lose out
Does it mean that love
Is need mixed with doubt?
Love over time is just Stockhausen syndrome
So where does the real thing lay?
When mistakes in loves name
Are jut the spark of passions flame
And the tongue of love
Is just the window dressing of lust
Where is the real thing?
When all is games of ego
Where the Id lose out
Does it mean that love
Is need mixed with doubt?