To Love one is to see one through eyes no one else sees through,
It is a gift of which is not known but is felt, In turn you act oddly not realizing at first, But when you do you hope the other feels the same,
If so it could turn into something great, If not then you shall still live and love again,
But to love and be loved yet not engage in that love, May also be considered not loving, Because you may never have known a love that may have been eternal, Immortaly woven in the sands of time as footsteps for others to follow.
