Love should just come easy, it will need no preconditions
I know it sounds quite crass, yet watch it come round to
fruition
So forget the status quo, watch your woes, fade right into remission
I've never told you that before.
Love should almost ripen, growing stronger steadfastly
From the sweet beginnings, when they first came round for
tea
To the sickly blow, when they let you go, like an apple
falling from a tree
Realization. They don’t love you anymore.
But love will come again; you won’t need a second invitation
Grab it by the collar, again, that’s no revelation
Brick by brick, you make it stick, love is just a temple of
your creation
You’ll make it work for sure.