Love’s a bind, love’s a burden
It’s like heroin, there’s no doubt
Each day we need our fix to live on,
Every day it’s agony – without.
Our fix comes, not through the needle
But through forgiveness or new giving grace,
The shaking stops, withdrawal assuaged
Make me warm in love’s embrace.
Love you then, as my good habit
we mustn’t fail to indulge and tame it
I must keep you always flying
Pray we don’t start love denying.
Like all those who are addicted,
it’s for ever, an eternal mix.
You and me, who’d have predicted?
We know no bounds to get our fix.