Loving Is

Loving ain't simple if it was... We wouldn't have the heartache and pain The stress and the strain A tongue we had to refrain And even after we say it, We feel so ashamed. Loving is a difficult thang! Constantly on your brain Hoping the other feels the same, And you're not down a one way street How you got there? Having to explain. Love is a beautiful picture, A vision outside your window pane So gentle, so tame A painting of a daydream, Captured in a frame.