Love is selfish.
I hope my meaning isn't mistaken,
For irritation or for hate.
Because love is true and unstoppable,
Just not always permanent to one place.
It floats in like it's on a breeze,
As if a sweet kiss were landing on your cheek,
Yet just as unexpectedly,
It sneaks away leaving chaos in its place,
After tears and cries you pick up and mend your heart,
Determined to find your new start.
Yes, love is wonderful and love is true,
But only until I stop loving you.
