Beatung around the bush of love

Every version of love i Pinned on you was wrong

Ive been shaken and reminded

That love came from me

And you was nothing to do with it

Now you are far from reach

Its all my dooing

The brewing of love

What is it?

What is pure love?

Fumbling to find

And add the essence of our mind

Making sense of an intangible

I dont want to beat around the bush of love anymore

Im sore from its ups and downs

I thought that you was slow

And sure

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