Love is a flame that cant be tamed

and though we are its willing prey

my darling we are not the ones

to blame-trust is a word all

lovers know-the glorious art of

starting souls-the more we have

the more we want and the more

it hurts our hearts-when doubts

arise the game begins-the one we

will never win-it always ends

up in tears-so keep on pretending

our heaven is worth the waiting-

keep on pretending it will be the end

of our craving-keep on pretending

its alright-