The book of love is boring

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

Quando saber onde parar?
Quanto se trata do amor, quando saber onde chegou o final dos dias? E preciso ter a coragem de um cego para terminar um relacionamento, ou um casamento de anos. Renato Russo, fez aquela pergunta. QUEM INVENTOU O AMOR, ME EXPLICA POR FAVOR!
Ah Renato, eu tambem, gostaria de saber a resposta. Se for Deus, porque esse mesmo Deus, deixa tanto coracao quebrado ao chao?
Tao duro amar, e ter que deixar partir o que se ama. Tao duro amar, e nao receber o mesmo amor de volta.
Tao duro saber quando parar, tao duro saber o tempo certo de desistir, de virar as costas e seguir.
Quem inventou que nada dura para sempre, me explica por favor!