Something Called Love

I keep thinking of what to do, Memories of us flow like a river, Although I hate you too, Losing you is like losing a liver, At times,I wonder if it's true, Maybe we are really not meant to be, Your love still spreads to me like flue, It's when I realized you also love me. For you I can persevere, All the hurtful and separating moments, When the heartbreak is severe, In the end love supliments, Indeed this love is pure, Because of it am willing to endure.