Love has its wonderful ways

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One fine day when I woke up

Life’s not just the same

I realized I had to apologize

And take control rather than blame

Time is precious, I held on

It was so tough, time to move on

 

How could I forget the good ole’ days

Love has its wonderful ways

 

Never felt it was true,

Each of those moments felt so blue

To my mind, it dawned all of a sudden

Laid it all down, released my burden

Healing is all that the heart needs

Reap the harvest, sow the seeds

 

How could I forget the good ole’ days

Love has its wonderful ways

 

It was a deep urge for a miracle

A deep desire to reach the pinnacle

Now my sorrow has turned to joy

It did not matter that much, was too coy

In excitement, I missed to share

The very intense feeling so rare

 

How could I forget the good ole’ days

Love has its wonderful ways

I couldn’t but hold back my thoughts

Would have been free or tied up in knots

Endless mercy and care

I mustered some courage and dare

For genuineness, no need to impress

All I had to do was simply express

 

Now when I look back at the past

Time flies fortunately so fast

How could I forget the good ole’ days

Love has its wonderful ways

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