Marjan Farsad
Love is not like what they say in love stories
It’s to even like old legends and myths
We were fooled for a lifetime, by stories of love
We died for those who didn’t care at all
Love is the same tired eyes
It’s the same old overworked, calloused hands
Love was the same Motherly Love
In the minute flavors of a hurried lunch
Love is the heart that is worried for you a lot
It’s the looks that you might not even remember
Love is a good friend’s smile
Love is reading a good book as the sun is setting in the horizon
Love is the heart that is worried for you a lot
It’s the looks that you might not even remember
Love is that gift that I never liked
Love is the one that I never had the time for
Love is not like what they say in love stories
It’s to even like old legends and myths
We were fooled for a lifetime, by stories of love
We died for those who didn’t care at all
Love is the same tired eyes
It’s the same old overworked, calloused hands
Love was the same Motherly Love
In the minute flavors of a hurried lunch
Love is the heart that is worried for you a lot
It’s the looks that you might not even remember
Love is that gift that I never liked
Love is the one that I never had the time for