TELL ME HOW

When will you ever feel,
that even your lies can heal
When will your heart desire,
to quench more than just the fire.

What makes you just do and die,
than to think and reason why
When will your rusted heart,
ache eventually when we depart.

How I wish you exactly knew,
that the days seem so very few
and how before I begin to fall,
I'll give in full
my love, my life, my soul, my all.

What, when, why and how
you have to tell me now
coz love changes everything
 from the way we laugh,
to the way we cry,
 from the way we live,
to the way we die.

Roushe

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