It's not that kind of love.
It's the kind that when I think of you,
I wish there was more I could do.
It's the kind that knows with a certainty true,
That our love is the most violet shade of blue.
It's the kind of love that words make useless.
It's the purety of heart that flows into the river of always.
It's the kind of love that is like a stitch,
And binds us together in the fabric of life.
How to say goodbye?
Stick a needle in my eye.
It would hurt less.