Where is the Love - Frank Mazzetti

There goes the guitar I bought on your twenty-sixth birthday

There go the glazed pots where potted plants would never grow

There go the pictures of Paris and Parkville, Missouri

But where is the love that we felt all those young years ago?

I still remember the laughter the day we were married
We lived in a shack but gave it our kind of glow
The hard times we went through bring memories into sharp focus
But where is the love that we felt all those young years ago?

Can love that ran hot
Run so damn cold?
Is it as simple
As love has grown old?

We'll meet on occasions of circumstance and ceremony
We'll talk about past times and crazy ones that we both know
We'll talk of our work and we'll mention how we're both doing
But where is the love that we felt all those young years ago?

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