Where's It Written
Where's it written that a man can't cry
a single tear, of love, hate, or rage?
Must he be content to live and die;
having never stepped off of his stage?
Your absence is tearing me apart;
it hurts inside; I miss you so much.
I swear I love you with all my heart;
and late at night I cry for your touch.
Let's not wash our dreams away with tears,
erasing all traces of our love.
I need to hold you, to calm my fears;
we're a perfect fit, like hand and glove.
If I can't convince you with my words,
search your heart, and there you'll find my soul.
For like the wind that carries the birds;
your love completes me, and makes me whole.
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