Love is old - to some its new -

But love is here to stay.

It is not love unless its true

And should always be that way.

If someone took all the love away

The world would grow all dark

And lovers would drift their separate ways

Leaving echoes in the empty park.

If war machines were built to last

In the end the world would die.

But love will never be in the past

And only lovers know the reason why.

No-one knows or can even say

The reason it has to be.

Believe that it was meant this way

For love is you and me.

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