Love is ..........
Love is sheltering from the rain
Together remembering not to complain
Making every little thing worthwhile
Changing sad times with a smile.
Love is learning to accept mistakes
Knowing when to put on the brake
When annoying habits come to light
Especially loud snoring at night.
Love is all about sharing, caring and acceptance
And of course it is all about romance.
Love is about trust. A must to survive
To keep the relationship alive.
Love is learning to forgive, starting again
When an argument sends stuff down the drain.
Holding each other, protecting and laughter
Giggling under the sheets, looking after
Each other when things go wrong.
Love is breaking into your favourite song
In the car when snow melts falling from above
Gently once more falling deeper in love.
Love is love,
And details don't matter.
Love is caring,
It doesn't matter what the circumstances.
A man and a woman,
A black person and a white person,
A Mexican and Italian.
A Christian and a Jew.
A Atheist and Buddhist.
One who's 17 and one who's 22.
All of these are love.
I don't care what you say,
Or what your textbook definition of love is.
Nothing you say can change my mind.
Love is beautiful.
Now shut your mouth,
And stop the hate.
Doldrums bang, doldrums, doldrums
Throughout she sang, throughout, throughout
My heart broke then, my heart, my heart
But then she spoke, but then, but then
Enraptured I flew enraptured, enraptured
Because she knew, because, because
Dispite what she does dispite, dispite
My love she was my love my love
There's a dash of love heartbroken at the corner of my eye. Tears always streaming down my face‚ it's his love I didn't get to buy. Flowers missing from the vase.
He let me go‚ he let me see
What my life is going to be
And I'm just left here with the
Knife feeling of being heart-broken.
the earth shakes beneath tectonic plates
a misery of mistakes weaved from the same rope that will hang the united states
as empires fall we withdraw
compassion for killjoy a complete and utter moral cleanse
dictators or dollars it doesn't make a difference
retrograde deviants persuing misanthropic leaniance
together as one bleeding out of every orface
the love of god flickers as the sign for hope is resurfaced
I am truly lucky,
To have the mother I do.
I have one who accepts me,
And loves me,
No matter what.
I should be glad,
To have the mother that I do,
Because some kids my age,
They just want their mother to acknowledge them,
And say their name.
Thank you for loving me,
No matter how screwed up I may be.