Love has many names and a face it shows it’s self in the strangest places. Just when you think you’re done with it here it comes again with a sappy song. Some tears are shed and words unsaid with longing and pain for the love in vain.
Love is quiet and auspiciously loud it can be found in a crowd. Love has silver, lining softly riding the clouds musing, smiling while silently crying.
The animals and nature couldn’t be better as you quietly sit down to read that long, love letter.
Love is in music, painting the sounds of love in the master piece of life. Love even comes for a husband and a wife and children too, so why can’t it come for you?
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 4:58 AM UTC
Love has many names and a face it shows it’s self in the strangest places. Just when you think you’re done with it here it comes again with a sappy song. Some tears are shed and words unsaid with longing and pain for the love in vain.
Love is quiet and auspiciously loud it can be found in a crowd. Love has silver, lining softly riding the clouds musing, smiling while silently crying.
The animals and nature couldn’t be better as you quietly sit down to read that long, love letter.
Love is in music, painting the sounds of love in the master piece of life. Love even comes for a husband and a wife and children too, so why can’t it come for you?
Shekhinah En Ka Mitt© 02/05/2010