when it comes to love
i know not what i speak of
it's come & gone
thru my life
like an old song
a lover or a wife

sometimes
there's peace at the start
sometimes
only pieces of my heart

sometimes happy
sometimes sad
sometimes lonely
sometimes only
glad
for what i had

those times i remember
Spring or December
come to mind
sometimes blind
sometimes unkind

yes,
of love
i know not
what i speak of

all i got
was what i have
memories
of love's i've had

sometimes happy
sometimes sad