Friday

Love is

What is that thing that is called love?
Some people believe it is a gift from above

Others say it brings nothing but pain
Maybe it is a one way train
When you take your path
You could never go back again

It may take you to the happiness door
Or maybe make you taste life's sore!

Maybe love is just like the rain
You never know how hard it would be
Or how long it would last
Love could come so fast
I mean love from the first sight
Or it could take so long time
to be meant to be.. to be so right
Love could put you into darkness
And could bring you the brightest light!

Love is like the fire
Such a mysterious desire
But weather it is going to warm your heart
Or burn your home
You can never forsee it from the start
You can never tell
If It is going to lead you to heavens
Or It is going to lead you to hell!

Love could take you from the cold
And make you feel so warm
Love is like a rose
Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm!

Love could be like glass
If you dropp it, it shatters
And never be put completly back together
But love can also be like porceline
Never crack & stay forever

It is so strange
How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? !
A small word but with so many question marks
It is such a complicated feeling
That confuses any human being!

As for me.. I'm just a young little girl
Tries to know what is Love? !
Simply for me
Love is like a white dove
Flying so high
Up.. Up in the baby blue sky

So far for me to reach
But If I only understand it
To the whole world I would teach

Love is so precious
Love is a treasure
Love is not cheap
Love is when you can't fall asleep
For reality is better than dreams
And life is sweeter than it seams

Love comes from the heart
Not the brain
You don't know when it starts
You don't think about it
You just feel it over and over again

Love is not Just the saying of words
But the giving of one self
Love is caring
Love is daring
And most of All
Love is sharing

Love is not to live in fears
Love is not a matter of counting years
But making the years count


Love is
Telling, listening, understanding,
Respecting the truth and never pretending
True love does NOT have a happy ending!
True Love does NOT have an ending!

Love.. some say it is blind
But I say
Love gives you a third eye
To make it easy for you to find
Who is worthy? ! !

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