The Souvenir

Love is blind, it knows no one's decree Now he is yours, though he was with your friend, you see A gift of fate, you waited for this day But I will speak some rather harsh words, I must say That a souvenir is just a souvenir. Please understand It's bright, but utterly empty within its brand Big Ben's fine words, so pleasant and so grand Don't be a coin for exchange, held in hand In friendship, I wish to be no more In friendship, of love, I'll say nothing more A gift with a scent, but truly not with spite I'll repeat those harsh words, with all my might That a souvenir is just a souvenir. Please understand It's bright, but utterly empty within its brand Big Ben's fine words, so pleasant and so grand Don't be a coin for exchange, held in hand