Killing Dawn of Love
Love is what I always hoped, and dreamed of being,
So sweet and gentle, yet, heart-bleeding,
Just like what you have done to me almost a year ago now,
Seems like a century since we hated each other; since we gave the vow...
To never speak again.
But new life, like that of love, will arise soon.
Jumping off the highest building ever will be nothing after a new moon.
All that jealousy will soon be gone,
And then love will get its morning dawn.
When everything is right,
Perfect dew, the sun not yet too bright.
And love will have its moment to come out,
But soon, the one o’clock sun will burn it without a doubt.
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