As we journey down a road

Looking for love as we go

As we go around the bend

We think our journey

has come to an end.

All our lives

We look for a special love

And when it comes

We soar like a dove.

Birds are singing

As the heart is strongly beating

He says... Go Away

It is not meant to be.

We find love ever fleeting

It keeps the heart beating

But when love dies,

Then the heart cries.

......Bonnie Vincent