Love is at my fingertips, but it keeps slipping away.
I said love wasn't for me, but now it's something I forever want to stay.
I see love like a vapor of air, you see it for a split second, then like magic it disappears into thin vanishing air.
I sometimes see love as a brutal death match. You fight till the death, you give your all until you are depleted, you have nothing to give, you have no fight left.
So how should love really be?
Should it be like a roller coaster, should it be like an amusement park all the days longs?
Or should it be like an oak tree?
Able to with stand the storms, the winds, and the rains.
Can loves roots be unreachable, unable to be dug up?
Or is love shallow, so deepen that only fools can drown in water ankle deep.
