love, what is love, the timeles question..the age old question of every human walking ..is it hormones.. is it lust to its highest..is it rather heart reaching pain so great it becomes a new feeling all together..ask me that question ill give you my answer.. ask him hell give his answer..ask the old lady moruning her loves death and she will give you her answer..the young man weeping for the lost love that slipped thou his quick fingers..they all have their ideal..they all cry for their ideal of the age old pain they quest for..the ultamate high , the quickness they mourn..
love, what is love, is it kind and forgiveing..forgetful..ever lasting..the souls walking this earth sreaching for the sliver cord,weeping daily, dieing inside for they missed that chance..the age old question of every human..what is love..You ask me i cry.. is burning and mournful, and lost its pain and joy wraped in a beatuful package tossed to the side by the needs of those in love..its forgetting you cried for someone..quick lighting speed demands on the heart for it cries to be loved back as the heart does ..sliped thou fingers time robs youth and beatuy , love replaces grey hairs and wrinkels and tears ..seals up cracks of wounded souls..touches so soft it breaks your heat to think it will fade..love is....clueless..
