What Love Is...
I walk hand in hand with her, by the lakeside. It’s a bright day and the leaves fall around us. I can’t make out the face, but I know this, she is my true love. I turn to her and say “I love you”
I walk hand in hand with her, by the lakeside. It’s a bright day and the leaves fall around us. I can’t make out the face, but I know this, she is my true love. I turn to her and say “I love you”