Way back into love I drove out of love to starve but regret was awaiting my nerves. Her beauty sake made me sick. I miss your kisses, your hugs and laughs. Where lays the path back to love I drove out of love to stare because of distress and to feel the neglect. Her love was like a spring in the desert from which I deserted. Her love made me mindless because of the kindness and like a heaven found in hell her love sounds. I drove out of love to stage. Too much like hard and softer than pads. You made me realize the difference between had and have, whatever and that. Her love was real because it’s now rare. Where do I find the right words for love? She made me feel like a king, and that drove away all my doubts to relieve and believe, sold my lies to truths, blew my pity to envy, and deepened my weightless hopes to heavy. When we were alone there was non alive and there her voice will sing like sweeter than the midnight ...