Those old 50's, 60's & up
A young powerful love
Simple in the best that they can told
We won't know once
For it'll be the legend of the first story
&
Once we get there
It doesn't stop
It will spread eventually
Like watching the stars fall
each small dust into the land
which something that is invisible from our sight
and yet exploding it to another places.
Just like the whole romance of love
We fall, we barge in,
affections emerge thoroughly
Like building each moments &
The unforgettable things we can do
for the lucky Love.