Diagnosed
Fresh and crisp were the air and love,
Bright mornings and nights hovered from above.
Love was careless, faith was blind, hope leaped wildly,
hearts were kind.
I was sure, I was certain, I was positive.
Faults were carried to and fro,
Not from our lips did they grow.
You grew wings, I grew limbs,
Commitments masked themselves as whims.
Love was careful, faith could see,
Hope walked slowly, hearts did bleed.
I was sure, I was certain, I was positive.
Fresh and crisp are the air and love,
Bright mornings and nights hover from above.
Love is careless, faith is blind,
Hope is leaping, our hearts are kind.
You are positive, I'm still sure,
You are positive, love's yet pure.
You are positive, I'm still certain,
I'm still positive.
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