When did the doves begin to fade,
how did the meaning of love get so strayed,
from love at first site, to love of the french,
when did the tongue save the young *****.
How did love become forbbiden and fun,
When was the talking and laughing soon done.
If true love were a rose, it would slowly turn blue.
How did children of eight find so many soul mates.
While we love romance movies, this is not love.
Love is submitting for the better of who you love.
Love is sour, Love is sweet.
Love is cruel, Love is kind.
Love is not something everyone will find.
Love is home without home.
Love is dream before dream.
Love is not just a choice or a blank feeling.
I hope there's a day when life again sees that love has a more clear and joyful meaning.