If love has a silhouette, it would appear as a jagged edge,
If love is a smooth sailing vessel, it would be drowned in a stormy sea,
If love is as soft as a cotton, then it would be my pillow as I sleep in dismay.
and if love is a silent prayer, it would be a sin to say Amen.
For love doesn't end. . .
And love doesn't start. . .
It's a cancer,
dormant until it breaks your heart...