Love

Love, it was nice
all those romantic nights
The moon was full
The stars were bright
and we made love
beneath their light

Love
That's what I thought it was
But I've been used
by you
Love
Love

How can you say this is it
You spoke of love
Did you forget
How can you be so cold
Girl, you really had me sold

Maybe there's something wrong with me
I can't forget the way it used to be
Love, I thought was real
You took my heart
and made a fool of me

Love
That's what I thought it was
But I've been used
by you
Love
Love

Copyright © 1972 Abe Flowers

Poems by Abe Flowers