We do not see things as they are

There are only four questions of value in life What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: Only love.
It’s over, our love affairToo late now, I find I careHer sweet love never more I’ll shareNow she’s gone, I’m aloneI was wrong, should have knownTook her home after our last dateI searched for a simple wayTo tell her what I had to sayAnd I kissed her, then I turned awaySet her free foolishlyDestiny, miseryTragedy on our last dateTook my ring from my trembling fingerBrushed the tears from my baby’s eyesWalked away, didn’t knowThat I’ll soon miss her soI guess I was too young to realizeSo blind, I couldn’t seeHow much she really meant to meAnd that soon she would always beOn my mind, in my heartI was blind from the startLost her love on our last date

It’s over, our love affair
Too late now, I find I care
Her sweet love never more I’ll share

Now she’s gone, I’m alone
I was wrong, should have known
Took her home after our last date

I searched for a simple way
To tell her what I had to say
And I kissed her, then I turned away

Set her free foolishly
Destiny, misery
Tragedy on our last date

Took my ring from my trembling finger
Brushed the tears from my baby’s eyes
Walked away, didn’t know
That I’ll soon miss her so
I guess I was too young to realize

So blind, I couldn’t see
How much she really meant to me
And that soon she would always be

On my mind, in my heart
I was blind from the start
Lost her love on our last date