by Redangelwings
First/second- I think a lot of people can agree that loveis a very strange thing. It always seems when we are in love that we get hurt. We want to give so much to the pperson we do love. And our heart is the most precious thing we have inside. And when we give it away we give up the "power" we hold. The heart love's anyone In a way. I believe that love just is. We don't know how to control it. But I agree with the second stanza. It's hard to fathom how we can love certain people indeed. Also when we feel like we cannot love I think that's when we love the most. |
I love when poets open with a question, it draws the reader in to want to know more, to explore this question and find the answer within the same poem. |