What Love Is

I hate when people say this, that love finds you. For that love is not a ghost, nor can it go on to a person. Love is more like a plant. It grows, with every tear drop, and everything that the person is, and who they really are. For my love is that. When I first met, it was not love at first sight. But it grew, before I knew it. Even though love can not be broken easy, Nor at times it can't be burned, True love tests time itself. For this is what I will do. Even though right now, I'm powerless with all of this happening. The One above is watching, and knows all. So I will wait and see, If my Love dies out, without my Love, I will move on. But if its still strong, then when the times right, He will be there, and make two, one.