"He will love her, the way only he can"
by aheartlostpoet
"Give me one last chance"
The words he will say
The words he will type
I am sure that he is not the only one to say them
Bound by this force,
This power
It draws them together
It holds them close
They are the things stories are written around.
The seemingly impossible
They have what others spend their entire lives looking for
They have love
In its purest form
Love does not mean that emotion you feel towards someone
Love is the commitment you have made to someone
It is that forever,
The until death do us parts
And the I do's
Love is not a noun
It is a verb an action that can not be anything but an action
To love someone with your entirety
To love and know that you are loved
To hear the words of hate come from their mouth and understand that they are not hate but compassion
They yell these words because they care about you because they love you
Time will pass
People will change
We will wish we lived in a fairytale
Unexplainable things happen everyday
Stories come to life in their purest form
The girl who just wants a man to chase after her gets it
The boy who wants to give the woman of his dreams the world gets to
When you love though you look past these things
When you love, material possessions mean nothing and all the chasing in the world will get you no where
Unless you truly understand this
It is not the memories that you make or the things you have
But rather people you have with you
For love there is no greater gift than the person who loves you by your side
As with all the greatest gifts in life
You must be patient and wait for love to come to you