Love

Travelling through the streets of Memory,
Breaking a bridge, Building a wall,
Walking on till there's an ache in your soul.

Lost and shattered in the hills of Nostalgia,
A heart-ache, A teardrop,
A feeling that won't stop.

Finding your way in the woods of Regrets,
Lump in your throat, Hand on your heart,
Hiding your love is a strange kind of art.

Wading through the streams of Love,
Joy and sorrow, Anger and lust,
All held together with a little bit of trust.