In the beginning it is beautiful, everything seems ideal.
It is love, it is easy to see.
Though it is hard to maintain, it does not keep us away.
We are like children, unafraid, ignorant of exactly how it feels, but we call it love.
Love we call it, tender, kind, unbreakable.
Life does change, although it is hard to see, at the blink of an eye it is all ecstasy.
Just a moment in time, it has changed once again, back to the state of horrid and pain.
We promise “forever”, but strings do pull.
It may seem like a trial, though it is really worthwhile, and when it reaches its end it is only denial.
The strings do pull, pretty hard as they say, when we try to hold on, we are pushed away.
A flock of geese cannot be easily seized, so when they make their way, let us hope they head east.
It is like us indeed, as we pull, we make way, into this place, hopeful for a better day.
The path is long, we may one day pay, for those along the way we’ve made sad and gay.
We all slowly drift from that moment in time, where it all seemed perfect, uneasily harmed.
I slowly drift, from everyone, not just you… I Love You, I Love You indeed…