There is a kind of love that comes and goes
I felt it once, not long ago I remember.
It came and off it went.
There is a kind of love that comes and never goes.
I felt it once and until now, and maybe for the rest of my days,
I will remember.
It came and stayed.
There is also the kind that I wished never came
I must have felt it once before, but I wish to not remember.
It came and I'm glad I let it go.
There is once again a different kind. The one I wish will never go.
I feel it now.
It happened one day, a day I would always remember.
The day you came. The day I somehow decided that off I will go.
So I leaped.