Love is like a warm and tender rain, splashing on the roof, beating on the wind, the pain.She was like a soft and gentle breeze, seeming so sincere, pretty as you please.Though the time we spent together was so small, I keep wondering if I'll go through it all.But the way you held me close and called my name,and the pain I'm feeling now tells me love is not a game.Every time I looked into her eyes, I couldn't really see what was on her mind.Of course she'd been through this many times before.I never realized I must have been a bore.Now I believe in love to be just simple truth and harmony.Happiness both day and night, no one wrong or right.But the way you held me close and called my name, and the pain I'm feeling now,tells me love is not a game.But the way you held me close and called my name, and the pain I'm feeling now,tells me love is not a game.But the way you held me close and called my name, and the pain I'm feeling now,tells me love is not a game.Because you only live once, so you fly a mile.I'd be a soul at the flaps its wings and rotate.So my perfect body is gonna sail toAnthony's garden.I dove into aòng?you