Rule 1: don't use your heart
Rule2: your brain is your strength to survive.
Love is rare when there so much hate in the air you breathe
No one cares
No one decides
No one knows their fate
Days will go by
People die so new life is enters
Year's and years
People go by being confused about their purpose in life
Nothing to you is clear
Nothing in your heart except fear

Daddy said love was all about red and white Rose, expensive dinner, ...

Truth is love is giving her half your fries when she wasn't hungry
Waking up a 4 pm, to her snoring and
Referring to shoving her off the bed.
Trying to embarrass one another, in public love, is full of stupid fright and tearful memories that make up for why I love her.
Love is just tiptoeing through life with your best friend