That first day br the house was clean br everything was in order br the lawn was br well manicured like br your nails br br love was young br and its best foot was br stepped br forward br br The rest became part br of history br br The house fell br dirt and dust was all over the br yard br the garden was gone br your nails uncut br and you keep on saying br br it is all because love br is gone br and you are telling it to br the wind br br and you never let him br hear it. br br love gets old and br it too learns to forget br br you doubt it br that is the real reasonbr br RIC S.