Tuesday, February 20, 2007
she quietly wept..
L.O.V.E
WHAT'S LOVE?
WILL ANYONE TELL ME WHAT IT EXACTLY MEANS?
LOVE.
WE THINK ABOUT IT ALL-DAY LONG,WE DREAM ABOUT IT EVERYDAY,WE SING ABOUT IT AND NEVERSTOPPING,
AND SOMETIMES WORRY AND SCARE OURSELVES ABOUT IT,EVEN BE ANGRY AND MOODSWINGS AND ALL.
AND WHEN WE DON'T HAVE LOVE,WE SEARCH FOR IT AND HOPE WE'LL BE LOVED THE SAME WAY OR MORE.
AND WHEN WE DISCOVER THE LOVE,WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT AND HOW.
BUT WHEN WE HAVE THAT LOVE, WE FRET AND WORRY AND SCARED THAT YOU'LL LOSE IT OR TAKE IT FOR GRANTED.
LOVE.
IT'S MY CONSTANT SOURCE OF PLEASURE AND PAIN.
AND IT''S MY MOST PAINFUL WORD.
IT'S A SHORT 4 LETTERED WORD YET IT CAN CAUSE SO MUCH PAIN IN OUR HEARTS.
IT'S SOMETHING MAYBE ALL OF US CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT,
AND FOR ME,
WITHOUT LOVE,ITS IMPOSSIBLE.
you'll always be in my heart,huns.
whether or not love.
