But You Don'T Know
It might be true when it is said
That love can happen once again
Be it when you are seven or seventy
Love grows, like a budding tree.
First glance it was seen
Although you're nice, but also a little mean
Still, we learn to love everything
The good, the bad and even the mean.
What would you say if you found
That someone's happy when you are around
Would you feel the same way
Tell me, what would you say?
You said no, you shook your head
I should have told you not that late
The heart will never be the same
Now it can only utter your name.