Love(Hurts)so Wonderfull

Love(Hurts)so Wonderfull It started just a little bit below where my heart should be. It is hot like fire and it does burn but slowly like a blaze. More like just a camp fire all cozy in the haze, of some forgotten camp of pity formed in haste, I taste ewe in my waste of time; I find ewe when all alone, no one ever to call mine, but now i have the time to arrive at all i find I find my ewe I have my love I never waste my time. My wine is the lips I kiss in dreams of ewe awakening I arise to greet the day and slowly I start to burn again its true. My cozy fire my camping blaze is now for ewe. Love(hurts)so Wonderfull.