Love

Many times I get to wonder if love is a waste of time Cos it hard to find someone who's heart and yours rhyme Many times we choose to stay trying to tailor on time Saving nine sweet songs of heartbreak with its melodies,rhythms and rhyme Some times I get to wonder why love in the first place Why not save dis plenty strength when it only takes little to hate Some times we choose to stay feeling we are in the right place It only take a night to realize that you have crossed the thin line between love and hate Most times i get to ponder on the right words to say And to get true love, all of me is never enough to serve as pay Most times we are made fools doing both the right and wrong in the others say Love has a language we must speak and dues we must pay Many times I get to wonder if love is a waste of time Cos we have stitched everyday but never did we save nine.