Love is packed with all different types
of personalities.
Coming at us from all directions,
ambushing us with tactics that hits
us where it hurts the most.
Our hearts.
Sending our emotions in circles, being
lost in maze with every path leading
to the same place.
Our hearts.
We try to hide from it, but it seems
to have eyes everywhere.
It can see us, it can feel us at anytime
of the day.
Overwhelming us with uncertain doubts
of where will this go, and how will it end.
With ongoing walkways that lead us
to unwanted thoughts that swarm our
minds with confusion.
Yet, with all these feelings going on
in us, we pay no attention to them.
But we pay attention to the one we
love.
Isn't that interesting.
Love makes us think of others, before
we think of ourselves.
So, why do some individuals think the
other way?
Is love that confusing?
