too late for LOVE
your gentle smile and tender eyes
never saw me cry
your swwet scent and warm touch
i never even knew that much
your lips never touched my lips
that pain beats like a whip
your hands never held my hand
now that i cant understand
and now its too late
maybe it was fate
your lips are with his
your hands are with his
your scent is on him
never saw me cry
your swwet scent and warm touch
i never even knew that much
your lips never touched my lips
that pain beats like a whip
your hands never held my hand
now that i cant understand
and now its too late
maybe it was fate
your lips are with his
your hands are with his
your scent is on him