Love is always compared to the ocean and the wave
constant, consistent, both night and day
Love is never constant, yet it is always a change
It is what everyone chases, but its within their range.
Feeling love is like running your finger tips across the road. Most of the time it is rough, course, and hard, but you are willing take the risk...the weight on your shoulders is a heavy load.
Everyone rides over it and never remembers it is the road that was used to get to the destination. That is how love is, traveled upon and used until the very course of the journey is done; from border to border, from nation to nation.
You can always end where ever you start. This is like a trip from the lips to the heart. It does matter what the plan is and no decisions have to be made, simply follow your previous course of action, that is the best trick of the trade.
People in life tell you where to go and how to get there, using their directions, maps, and signs. However love is that place you want to go but you cant read minds.
Hers mind is the long lost map. How to travel her love is lost forever, and those who find it, are simply in a trap.
