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To love means to risk,
You might lose your heart,
Even worse, get it back, broken.
Beaten with a whisk,
Or pierced by a dart,
Breaking the thread once well woven.
To lose means to die,
And to live no more,
For you can't live without your heart.
Somehow you'll get by,
You'll love someone more,
But you'll still miss that one small part.
But to never love,
Now that is a sin,
For there's no greater joy in life.
Like warmth from above,
Yet somehow, within,
And it overcomes any strife.
Loving and losing,
It's all part of life,
Too bad it all hurts so damn much.
Moving on, choosing,
To live your own life,
Trying not to fall out of touch.
So promise me this,
That no matter what,
You'll let your heart do its own thing.
Don't hold back that kiss,
And no matter what,
With love, you'll get through anything.
© 2002
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