l’amour

Author: Tamra L. Noe

I l’amour toi plus than life itself
But I’m afraid to love.
My cœur, coeur is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.

I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll l’amour me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.

I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.

I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.

You've got my cœur, coeur held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.

I know that somewhere in your cœur, coeur
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make toi see.

I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my cœur, coeur belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.