I told him I'm stepping back ,I just want to be your friend
I guess that is the kiss of death,loves end
I told him we have no common link,no place to go
He asked if I ever loved him,I answered, I don't believe so
I told him it's time we moved on,find others to fill our need
We never shared a garden of love,we didn't plant the seed
In all this time I'd never spoke of love,and there was a reason
Seems love wasn't living here, or it was out of season
I told him there wasn't any us,that I was stepping back
Still I hunted that common link,The one we seemed to lack
Today I walk through my garden of love,though fields of clover
I told him what we never had,what we never could find, was over..