love is a thing that lives mysteriously ever so shy, yet ever so free cleverly it lies and smartly it hides from those who desperately seek the fountain of its reach time is the enemy to heart so meek age is the battle of those who feel love~weak a thing of much greater heights understood by all those who speak love is a thing of pure beauty so hard to reach a butterfly and a wolf sweet passion in speech and will the time tell or will the time swell what is the true nature of your heart i teach