Love is sweet , love is kind . Love can move moutains and chase all wrong from your thoughs.
Love is curl, love is harsh. Love can build you up and knock you back down.
I seen it so many try and find the key to the happyly ever after but the truth is there is none.
Love it fades away slowly, dying out like a candle in a storm of madness. Swooping up and and crashing down
on your hopes, suffocating you till your drowning in it.
I wanted love ; turned her over in my hands and huged her close. She whispered in my ear of how I was
never to know of her beauty , never to share it with another. She told me all this and explain to me that I
should not Be sad becaues I was ment to be alone like ever one else. She told me love is only something
you can have once you die.