With you, I learned everything I know: That hugs can hurt When they squeeze too tight; That the skin feels the sting Of every new caress; That the voice cracks When a moan strikes it; That silences hold wisdom If you know how to read them. And with you, I learned What love is: That it can just as easily Make you live As make you die. With you, I learned The language of love: When a kiss says "I love you" And another asks for forgiveness; When a tear acts as a messenger For the words of the heart; And how a wound can ache Until you lose control. And with you, I learned What love is: That it can just as easily Make you live As make you die. With you, I learned... That beauty Belongs only To a flower; That a lie Is an accident Suffered by the truth; That forgiveness is a hook To reel back a goodbye; That nothing is big or small— You define the measure yourself. And with you, I learned What love is: That it can just as easily Make you live As make you die, Because someone Forgot about you, Forgot about you... About you... about you...
