Of What I Thought Love Was
This allure of illusion,
coming to this conclusion,
of what I thought love was.
In this secret paramour,
I thought of myself no less of a whore,
of what I thought love was.
I thought it was in the crude language,
never realizing the anguish,
of what I thought love was.
Hidden beneath moans and sighs,
pushed away thoughts of the lies,
of what I thought love was.
And I had the odd fixation
of the physical manifestation,
of what I thought love was.
But now in your arms,
I've fallen for that charm,
of what I think love is.
coming to this conclusion,
of what I thought love was.
In this secret paramour,
I thought of myself no less of a whore,
of what I thought love was.
I thought it was in the crude language,
never realizing the anguish,
of what I thought love was.
Hidden beneath moans and sighs,
pushed away thoughts of the lies,
of what I thought love was.
And I had the odd fixation
of the physical manifestation,
of what I thought love was.
But now in your arms,
I've fallen for that charm,
of what I think love is.