Once, twice,
Three times a break-up.
Together as one a first class fuck-up.
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
In hell together,
Love�s not enough.
Few more struggles here,
Few more partings there.
For all lingers fear,
Throughout the air.
True love is a bird with elegant wings,
Whose great power�s unknown from peasants to kings.
Still,
The bird of love with elegant wings,
Feels the sting of storms
That life brings.
Believe me now for what I say is true:
Some two people cannot be one,
No matter how hard they try to,
But they try again and again at each rising sun.
No matter how much you love someone,
The once freeing bliss may cease its fun.
And when the seas of life are rough,
Sometimes love just isn�t enough.
