Two Hour Love

It's like a pleasure
A selfish measurement of love.
A different kind of love.
One you can't help but have.

And you never try to understand it
because you don't expect to
have or hold this love again.

In two days,
two weeks,
two months,
two hours,
this love will leave you...
and you wont care.

A lonely heart can only love this way.

He will be searching soon,
for another girl to hold,
and you wont care,

because he is not the one you love.

It's the type of love you have,
for the sake of having someone there.