This Love


I remember the time
We were so low,
With no friends, we would sit
There and stare at each other,
But now we are so high,
They are staring at us.

I love this kind of love.

I remember the time
We were the black sheep,
The laughing stock
In the community,
But now, we are making the news;

I love this kind of love,
We are still together,
We will stick together,
And get Satan weeping, grieving,
I love this kind of love!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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