
She's a handful that's
for sure And he'd like a love that'll
endure
But he's not sure about her at
all So he hides behind an imaginary
wall
 He's
a captive though he resists His heart's been
given without a kiss
She won his love
with her winsome ways He'd like to have her
for the rest of his days
 But he's afraid to
let her know To take a chance to let love
grow
Afraid she'll break his loving
heart Being fragile, she could tear it
apart
 In
his heart side by side lay fire and ice His
passionate love afraid of the price
So
the game plays on and no one wins Their love
is doomed before it begins
 He'll stay
there behind the wall And miss the chance to
have it all
Melva
True love is more rare
than diamonds

1 Corinthians
13:13
And now abide faith, hope, love,
these three; but the greatest of these
is love.
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