Who knows what love can grow,
from fallen hopes of sweet romance,
a solitary kiss, a silent tear,
a memory lost in one last dance?
Lover, with your heart so cold,
I pray, someday you must,
give all your love you trap inside,
your life and yes your trust.
Who knows what love might grow,
from lonely hearts and dreams of lovers,
a smile in the dark, a gentle sigh,
a night beneath the covers?
Hopes I retain of better days,
when he might come to see,
I love him now, and always will,
I just hope he loves me.
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