Some say love is not but false
Others say they’ve felt it twice
That even through its faults it remains a gift to life
If I were to choose, I’d see it through
In hopes I might feel it too
That sweet and nourishing touch from someone who cares enough to love
For those who opt to not, in the end is also fine
And wouldn’t rot their chances if their unloving phase subsides
If truly they start, and become open to change
Then with clearer eyes, bad habits they must break
For love is a hurricane, a life changing phase, If you let it be.
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 9:05 PM UTC
Some say love is not but false
Others say they’ve felt it twice
That even through its faults it remains a gift to life
If I were to choose, I’d see it through
In hopes I might feel it too
That sweet and nourishing touch from someone who cares enough to love
For those who opt to not, in the end is also fine
And wouldn’t rot their chances if their unloving phase subsides
If truly they start, and become open to change
Then with clearer eyes, bad habits they must break
For love is a hurricane, a life changing phase, If you let it be.
